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The Transfiguration textbook had been open to the same page for forty minutes. Sirius was fairly certain Remus knew this, the same way Remus always seemed to know things; quietly, without comment, stored away somewhere behind his careful eyes.

The dormitory was empty. James had Quidditch. Peter had detention. The late afternoon light came through the tower window at a low angle and caught the dust in the air and made everything feel a bit like the moment before something happened.

Sirius had been trying to say something for three days.

"Hey, Moony." He kept his eyes on a diagram of a Switching Spell he had absolutely no intention of memorizing. "What do you think of Marlene? She's pretty fit, right?"

Remus didn't look up from his notes. "Yes?"

"She asked me out."

His quill stopped moving. Just for a second. "That's. That's good." There was a pause that lasted slightly too long. "Are you two going to Hogsmeade, or—"

"I said no."

"Oh?"

"Yeah." Sirius picked at a loose thread on the duvet. The duvet was red and gold and he'd had it since first year and it was easier to look at than Remus right now. "She's not my type."

"I thought you said she was fit."

"Well she is, obviously." Sirius could hear how it sounded. Defensive. He made himself slow down. "A lot of the girls are. Marlene and Dorcas. Lily." A beat too long. "Um. Pandora?"

"Right. Yeah."

Beside him on the bed Remus had gone very still the way he did when he was paying close attention to something and didn't want you to know it. Sirius had catalogued this stillness over three years of shared dormitory. He knew it the way he knew the sound of the portrait hole and the way James laughed and the exact creak of the third stair.

"But they aren't—" He stopped. The thread came loose between his fingers. "They aren't who I'd want to go to Hogsmeade with, y'know?"

"I—" Remus started. Stopped. "Oh."

Sirius looked at him then, for the first time since he'd started talking. Remus was already looking back. Something in his expression was open in a way it usually wasn't, careful and frightened and something else underneath that Sirius didn't have a word for yet, at fourteen, but thought he might spend a long time learning.

Neither of them said anything. The dust moved slowly through the afternoon light.

"Would you want to go," Sirius said. Not quite a question. Just words, placed carefully into the air between them. "To Hogsmeade. With me."

The room was very quiet.

Remus looked down at his notes. Then back up. He put his quill down with a small, deliberate click against the desk.

"Yeah," he said. "Yeah, I really would."

Outside, someone was crossing the grounds toward the castle, laughing about something. Distantly, a door banged shut. The ordinary world, going about its business.

Neither of them went back to studying.

It's June! Happy Pride everybody! I am so excited to start posting my Big Gay Knight and Monk Wolfstar fic at the end of the month.

Canticle

Starts June 27th 9 AM PST, first 4 chapters weekly, and then 1 chapter every fortnight following.

Chapter 13 is live!

My other question is just a general tell me about your knights! Whatever you've been dying to share about them. <3

Hi! Thank you thank you!

Monsters and creatures wise, it leans more heavily HP/ general fantasy. Manticore and unicorn, dragon and hippogriff. The Beast Glatisant and Pellinore are mentioned explicitly by name though. And then depending on your interpretation of their nature- Fae or otherwise, both The Lady of the Lake and Merlin make appearances.

People wise, the big Arthurian names are all mentioned at court. I draw direct comparison to the 'Fame' of a knight like Galahad versus a knight called to quest by Arthur who is distinctly thought of as expendable-Remus. And how that changes the idea of honor and loyalty and chivalry. At what point does adherence to a code stop being noble and start being self erasure?

Otherwise I am just so excited by the way chivalry and monstrosity, nobility and base violence are all weaving and working together in this fic. I am so so bad at bragging, but the amount of details I have put in that cycle and reappear and become motifs makes this such an engaging story to work on. I have absolutely made myself cry over a werewolf transition.

I am enormously proud of this story and hope people want to come along for the ride with me.

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CANTICLE: An Arthurian Wolfstar fic

A cursed knight. A noble monk. A quest for dark objects of terrible power.

A story about faith, monstrosity, and the things we choose to love anyway.

Posting begins Saturday, June 27th @ 9AM PST. Weekly for the first four chapters, then biweekly.

I am unbelievably excited about this fic. I have dithered and debated and run myself ragged on when to start posting about this in real terms and I'm as ready as I'll ever be.

I’ve got a massive outline, prewritten chapters, medieval marginalia I have made in Scriptorium(we anti AI up in here, thank you Steam for this weird little resource), and entirely too many thoughts about quests, vows, werewolves, relics, and devotion.

Also: I am very open to asks about the project — worldbuilding, characters, monsters, the quest, whatever’s caught your attention so far. Come yell at me. Let me yell back.

I'll start posting little snippets next Saturday?

877 words; day 20- Clue

I wrote this while I was procrastinating on working on my knights @wolfstarmicrofic