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don't look much like a lover (doesn't mean that i won't try)
In the wake of his fatherās death Sirius Black finds himself living on the North Carolina coast in the beach-themed love shack that Orion shared with his mistress. His plan for the summer is to finish writing his novel, get the house ready so that he can list it for sale, and get back to New York before the leaves can even begin to change.
Too bad his former college nemesis and fellow author Remus Lupin lives right next door, just as surly and withdrawn as he remembers him being, throwing a wrench into all of his carefully laid out plans.
[explicit]
your baby is the size of a...Ā
āSo get married,ā Sirius says calmly, his scent giving absolutely nothing away as he turns towards him and stretches his arm out along the top of the sofa, arching a brow when Remus just gapes at him.
āTo fuckingĀ who?āĀ he asks, giving him a baffled look as he throws his hands up in the air. āAm I supposed to track down the man who knocked me up, whose name and appearance I donāt know, and ask if he wants a husband? Take out an advertisement in the Prophet, perhaps?ā
Sirius gives him a flat look, tonguing the inside of his cheek before he looks away, eyes focusing on the wall next to the fireplace. āYou could marry me.ā
When Remus finds himself pregnant after a one night stand he knows that he won't be able to keep his baby, no matter how much he wants them, due to the Ministry's draconian laws against werewolves. Luckily, his best friend has a solution...
[explicit]
sharp as teeth and scars (i can't give you up)
The man, vampire, hovering above him and straddling his hips, his arms pinned beneath his knees, is beautiful.
Heās made of starlight, silver eyes burning in the dim light of the alleyway, white skin luminescent and almost glowing from within, fangs flashing as he licks his lips.
Their eyes meet, and the entire universe shifts on its axis, everything around them fading away into nothingness. His lungs feel frozen, those silver eyes staring into his very soul, and heās never felt so terribly seen. He finally manages to gasp in a shallow breath, lungs filling with the scent of vampire, and instead of the usual panic and rage that accompanies it all he feels is a sense of peace.
He supposes that dying here, at the hands of the most beautiful creature heās ever seen, isnāt the worst way to go.
[explicit]
Mean Wizards
āWho are the marauders?ā
āTheyāre teen royalty,ā Evan says, glancing over at the field, and Remus follows his gaze to a trio of boys making their way out onto the field, wind artfully tousling their hair like theyāre currently shooting a shampoo commercial. āIf Hogsmeade was The Daily Prophet, they would always be on the cover.ā
āThat one there, thatās James Potter,ā Barty says, pointing at the dark skinned boy with messy hair and gold rimmed glasses, his gym uniform appearing to be several sizes too small. āHe is one of the dumbest guys you will ever meet. Evan sat next to him in English last year.ā
āHe asked me how to spell orange.ā
āAnd that little one, thatās Peter Pettigrew,ā Barty continues, pointing out the smaller blonde boy, a muggle cell phone pressed against his ear, so focused on his call that he doesnāt even notice the dodgeball before it bounces off the side of his head. āPeter Pettigrew knows everyoneās business. He knows everything about everyone.ā
āAnd evil takes human form in Sirius Black,ā Barty says darkly, an unpleasant expression crossing his face.
-a marauders mean girls au
[mature]
all along there was some invisible string (tying me to you)
Remus never expected to fall in love with Sirius, the man his boyfriend cheated on him with.
Sirius, whose boyfriend cheated on him with Remus, also never expected to fall in love with him, but thinks itās hilarious in retrospect.
-a series of moments from remus and siriusā lives, set during and after the events ofĀ when i was an old cardigan under someoneās bed (you put me on and said i was your favorite)
[explicit]
Bad Moon Rising
It takes the Order nearly three months after the end of the war to remember he exists. Remus Lupin has given his life to the cause, and when heās finally recalled from the field he discovers that everyone he loves is dead or gone. How is he supposed to continue when everything he lived for has been taken away?
-a raising Harry, wolfstar centric fic set after the events of the first wizarding war
[explicit]
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I am saying this as a Gen Z queer, before yāall get your guns out to fucking shoot me.
But I need yāall to understand that if someone doesnāt give you their government name in a queer space, itās not because theyāre āmysterious,ā and you do not have permission to take it upon yourself to figure out their āreal identityā and go digging for them online like a private investigator. First, thatās creepy and a violation of privacy and reasonable boundaries. Second, some of us keep our private and professional lives very separate because we need to keep food on the fucking table and a roof over our heads, and our private life could jeopardize that.
āWhy wonāt you tell me about your parents?ā āWhy canāt I know your real name?ā āWhere do you work?ā
1.) Not all our parents would bake us a fucking cake when we come out. Some of us are closeted. Surely you understand this? You also do not need to know my parentās names or occupations; we are both adults. I do not need nor want to mix you and my private life with my parents and my public life.
2.) Trans people do not owe you their dead name or government name
3.) Iām not telling you for the sake of job security. I am a government fucking caseworker working amidst a fucking lavender panic!
āThereās no way youāre a different person outside this; youāre still you at your core. What harm is thereāā
No, I am a completely different person. A different person with a different personality and different interests and a different name and presentation. I am a completely different person because I keep this life and my public life private to avoid fracturing 90% of my interpersonal relationships and 100% of my professional ones.
āYouāre not out? But youāre so confident.ā
Seeā thatās part of the issue. Yāall assume someone is in the closet because they hate themselves or lack self-identity. Some of us know exactly who we are, but need to prioritize financial stability or else our entire life gets exponentially harder immediately.
You meet queer people over the age of 40 and one of the first/earliest questions is āwho knows?ā
I need yāall to start bringing that energy. Because itās not always safe for someone to be out and not everyone is safe to be out around.
There is a misnomer that āthe closetā inherently means ādoesnāt know theyāre queerā and not āisnāt out widely and publicly.ā āOutnessā is often a patchwork.
i keep using 'blorbo' to refer to my own OCs to the point i forget its supposed to be a fandom term. yeah i know blorbo from my shows. and those shows? only airing inside my own brain and the dms of a few lucky friends, baby.
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my toxic xennial trait is that i believe something should either be software (in which case after i download it i shouldn't need to be connected to use it) or a web page (which shouldn't require me to download anything to use it, however badly, in a browser). fuck your mandatory single function constant connection apps
I love how some fics are called shit like "They Only Shoot The Birds Who Cannot Sing" and it's like the most insane porn you're ever read and then some fics are called Spit On Me and it's 18,000 words of the most achingly id-scratching prose you've ever read and they're both. They're both so fucking good. thank God for fanfiction.
Sometimes you hear a song and a fic pops into your head full formed. This is a trap. The fic may be fully formed in your brain, but you still Have to write it down. This is an important step that most people forget about.
another reminder that what you put in your public bookmarks on ao3 is public, meaning anybody can see them, including the authors.
all of this. heavy on āthe fastest way to discourage fandom writers is by rating/assigning numerical value to fanficsā. also the ābut donāt you want to get better?ā argument is so exhausting to me. because if us fanfic writers want to āget betterā at our hobbies, the things we do out of love, and if we want constructive criticism, we will either directly ask for it (so if we didnāt ask, keep your opinion to yourself) or we will go to our trusted friends, whose opinions we actually value, for their feedbacks.
because more often than not, the unsolicited constructive criticism random strangers give us isnāt even constructive criticism but what these people personally want to read. so hereās the thing, us fanfic writers write for ourselves first and foremost. we appreciate people who read our works and show us support, but weāre writing and sharing our works for free ā itās our hobby and passion, our source of comfort, something we do as a form of self care, itās not a job we are paid to do ā so weāre not writing to please anybody but ourselves.
you donāt go up to a stranger you see in public, tell them what you dislike about their clothes and how they can ādress betterā then defend your actions by claiming you āhave the rights to criticize their clothing because they are in publicā.
if you like our fics, cool. if you donāt like them, thatās fine. you can find something else to read. or, better yet, you can WRITE THE THING YOU WANT TO READ YOURSELF, nobody is stopping you. but keep your unsolicited criticism to yourself if we didnāt ask for one.
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Remus spends a few extra minutes in front of the mirror, ruffling his curls and poking at the horrible pimple on his cheek that he tried to remove using a spell but only made worse, tugging at the hem of the slightly too-large band tee that heās wearing as he considers changing for the fifth time that morning before he realizes that heās just wasting time.
He grabs his bag on the way to the doorāwhich is practically empty because all he needs for the last day of school is a pencil and a few sheets of paperāslinging it over his shoulder as he jogs down the stairs. He says his goodbyes to his parents, grabbing his lunch on the way to the door, a smile spreading across his face when he steps out onto the porch and spots a sleek head of black hair leaning against the railing, eyes closed and face tilted up towards the sun.
chapter 50 of mean wizards is available on ao3, meaning that this fic is now complete!
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Every month on the 2Wolf2Star Discord server we have monthly prompts that can be used by our members to create fics, fan art, playlists, or anything else that they can come up with! Here are some of fics that were born from May's prompts.
Would you like to participate in June's Wobbles? Come join us on Discord (invite link in pinned post!) We're now opening up the prompts to everyone outside of the server once the month has passed, so if you would like to participate you can find the collection here, and May's prompts were: restaurant, sleeping bag, speed dating, misunderstandings, and costumes. Any submissions must feature Wolfstar as the main pairing!
Please be sure to kudos and comment on these absolutely wonderful works!
Would You Still Love Me if I Were Polyjuiced Into Someone Else? by @always-pining
"Just say yes to the Polyjuice, Remus," Sirius sighed. "Say yes. Meet me again as a stranger, lie about your life, I'll lie about mine, and see if you match with me in the end. If you do, I'll let this go."
"And if we don't match?"
"Then, I don't know. Then at least we'll know."
Remus turns forty-two. Sirius has a crisis about it.
[Teen | 4,131 words]
Why don't you stay for the night? Or maybe a bite? by @shunstanpike
Sirius and Remus's friends tell them to go to a "camp themed" speed dating event. They have different ideas of what this means.
[Teen | 1,982 words]
from something to nothing to something again by @superficialextent
In 2018, Remus Lupin walked out of Siriusās life with no warning, no apologies, and no explanation. Sirius learns to be fine with it, he grows his life and his success into something most people would only dream of. He travels, he works, heās on billboards, heās got a nephew on the way. Heās doing more than fine.
Until Remus comes back after eight years of nothing, looking gloriously sun kissed and freckled from two years in the Mediterranean. Suddenly Sirius is not fine anymore.
[Explicit | 25,708 words]
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quick tip from someone who has been in fan spaces for 20 years: being enthusiastic about your rarepair and making your own stuff/engaging your fellow rarepair shippers will ALWAYS work better than yelling at people who enjoy a more popular ship about how bland their ship is
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