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syemoria

i have been procrastinating and been busy but here’s wolfstar for you

#stunning art

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wolfstar wip !!

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Wiggle

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it did not work, but i can help

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might-be-somebody

the only super long Tumblr post I love

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it wIGGLES

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this is so stimmy

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the best fanfiction you've ever read was written by a woman in her 40s before she made dinner for her kids. it was written by a teenager after school when they should've been studying for a history test. and a barista came up with the idea while they cleaned the espresso machine and busser fact-checked it on their break and the post-doc edited between writing grant proposals and the nurse apologized for typos in the notes after a long shift and behind every drabble and one-shot and multi-chapter fic there is a person with a wonderful and interesting and chaotic life and it is such a privilege that we get to be apart of it because they decided to do this thing we all share, for fun.

imeonasy

wolfstar to match the jegulus

#beautiful #wolfstar

womanguy

you should get a second evening for reading fan fiction. And you should get an extra day in the week to do arts and crafts.

sunny-therapy

Wolfstar and Jegulus modern au

#they look so good!!!

epsilonblack

Remus woke slowly to something wet pressing insistently against his cheek.

Snuffling.

Hot breath.

A rough nose nudged him again.

His eyes cracked open blearily—and found himself staring directly into the face of a massive, shaggy, German shepherd.

Remus jerked back with a startled sound.

Beside him, Sirius blinked awake.

The dog barked loudly.

Sirius screamed.

Not yelled. Not shouted. A full, high-pitched scream of absolute terror.

“Oh my god—”

He thrashed violently inside the sleeping bag, instantly tangling himself deeper.

“Wild dog!” Sirius shrieked. “It’s going to eat us!”

The shepherd barked again excitedly and bounded in a happy circle around their campsite, tail wagging hard enough to shake its entire backside.

“Sirius!” Remus groaned, already crawling out of the sleeping bag. “It’s just a dog!”

“That’s a wolf!”

“It is literally wagging its tail!”

The dog trotted over happily and shoved its nose directly into Sirius’ chest.

Sirius made another horrified noise. “Oh god... it’s chosen me.”

Remus laughed despite himself and pushed himself upright properly, brushing leaves from his clothes.

Morning light shone brightly through the trees now. Much brighter than it had any right to be. They’d clearly slept far later than intended.

The shepherd barked once more before suddenly sprinting toward the trail nearby. A moment later, boots crunched against gravel.

“You boys lost?”

Remus froze.

A man stepped through the trees holding a travel mug in one hand. He looked to be somewhere in his fifties, dressed in hiking gear with a faded baseball cap pulled low over graying hair.

The shepherd immediately returned to his side, still wagging furiously.

Remus stood quickly.

“Uh—no, sir,” he said perhaps too fast. “We’re just… hiking.”

The man’s eyes drifted over their setup.

One sleeping bag.

Two wool blankets.

Plastic grocery bags.

No tent.

No proper gear.

Sirius finally untangled himself enough to sit upright, hair sticking out in every possible direction.

“We’re on a trip,” Remus added awkwardly.

The man raised an eyebrow.

“Most people hiking Appalachia bring more than one sleeping bag and a blanket.”

Sirius scrambled to his feet beside Remus immediately.

“Light packing,” he said confidently.

The man blinked.

“Easier for us,” Sirius continued, nodding seriously. “Really roughing it.”

Remus stared at him.

Sirius smiled brightly like he wasn’t visibly disheveled and sleeping in the woods with another teenage boy.

The man looked unconvinced.

The shepherd, meanwhile, had decided Remus was its new best friend and leaned heavily against his leg for attention. Remus scratched behind its ears automatically.

“You boys from 'round here?” the man asked carefully.

Every muscle in Remus’ body tightened.

Sirius answered before he could.

“Georgia.”

Remus kicked him.

The man’s expression shifted subtly. Not suspicious exactly, but sharper now.

“You runaways?”

Silence.

Sirius opened his mouth. Closed it.

The dog sat down heavily beside Remus, tongue lolling happily. Remus swallowed hard.

“We’re not going back,” he said quietly before he could stop himself.

Sirius glanced at him quickly.

The man studied them both for a long moment. Tired kids. Too little gear. Fear hiding beneath forced casualness.

He sighed softly.

“Figured as much.”

Remus’ pulse hammered painfully.

The man crouched beside the dog instead of reaching for a phone.

“You know there’s shelters along the trail, right?”

Both boys blinked.

“What?” Sirius asked.

“For hikers.” The man scratched the shepherd’s head. “Three-sided cabins every so often. Water pumps too if they’re working.” He glanced at their supplies again. “You boys won’t survive long out here without better planning.”

Sirius shifted uneasily.

“We’re figuring it out.”

“Clearly.”

The man stood again and reached into his backpack.

Both boys tensed instantly.

But he only pulled out two granola bars and tossed them over.

Sirius caught one automatically.

“You should boil creek water before drinking it,” the man continued. “Hang your food higher than that if you don’t want raccoons in your face tonight.”

Sirius looked mildly horrified.

“And if you see a black bear,” the man added, “don’t run.”

“Oh good,” Sirius muttered. “Fantastic news.”

The man’s mouth twitched slightly like he was suppressing a smile, then he nodded once toward the trail.

“There’s a shelter about eight miles north.” He looked at Remus specifically. “Stay off the roads if you don’t want police spotting you.”

Remus’ stomach dropped.

But the man simply whistled for his dog. The shepherd gave Remus one final hopeful look before trotting after his owner.

“Good luck, boys,” the man called without turning around.

Then they disappeared back down the trail.

Silence settled over the clearing again. Sirius stared after them for a long moment before exhaling hard.

“Well,” he said faintly.

Remus looked at him.

“We almost got caught because you scream like a murder victim.”

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Remember when joining fandom as a younger person meant lurking for a bit and figuring out the vibe and etiquette instead of coming in on day one and calling people weirdos for liking weirdo shit in the weirdo factory.

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hinny-is-my-comfort-ship

james and marlene

basietta

faith has been broken, tears must be cried

let’s do some living after we die

https://archiveofourown.org/works/59801854 (my inspiration!!!! absolutely loved this fic go and read it pls!!!!)

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Shoot me, this is amazing

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It's true, I've been with many women, but…

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matterofthemoon-write

I see you

A little snippet of a scene in Chapter 2 of my WIP I see you, very freshly posted on AO3 ;)

It could be a bit of a spoiler, so I put a hidding space for the most spoiling part...

(it's definitively a spoiler for Put a stain on me, as this is a sequel fic).

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The phone barely rings at Remus's place.

It's not like he has anyone to call him. He mainly has a phone to make a call, if he needs to. Not to get calls.

Who would? His family is gone, his friends are long lost behind his years in prison and his years in hiding from the men that are still hunting him. He couldn't afford to reach out to his childhood friends. And anyway, who would want to still be his friend, after all that?

And as for the new connections he has made since re-establishing his life after prison, he is merely that: a connection. Nothing to spend a phone call on.

Nevertheless, the phone is currently ringing, and after a moment's hesitation, Remus finally goes to pick it up.

"John Howell," he says.

"Oh, hi, hello," a lady answers, hesitantly. "I was hoping I could speak with Remus Lupin, in fact."

Remus shivers. No one should know he lives here.

"I'm afraid it's a wrong number, Ma'am," he answers coldly.

#my fic #remus lupin #wolfstar #dead gay wizards #gay dead wizards #sirius black #the marauders #moony #pathetic remus lupin #wizard dating a muggle #remus is a muggle #sirius is a wizard #post war canon divergent au #hurt and then lot of comfort #sequel #my wip fic #surprise guest stars

matterofthemoon-write

I see you

Remus wakes up to the cold on his skin and a pounding headache. It takes him a bit of time to remember why he's on his couch, too. As conscience comes back to him, so does shame, for having imposed this level of intoxication on his body through uncontrolled drinking, the night before. Thankfully, the feeling quickly morphs into gratitude, excitement and hope, at the thought of Sirius having saved him from his down spiralling.

He hums softly to himself, remembering the quiet moments together, and those heated ones, and how good it has felt to finally kiss Sirius, have him in his arms, give him pleasure. How good it has felt to finally come clean to him. To share the truth, and to open up. He's still incredulous at Sirius's kind acceptance of his past. Amazed that he still wanted him, after he said it all out.

Just there, in the corner, lurks the little voice in his head. It's too good to be true. You don't deserve happiness. You're certainly not worthy of acceptance. Not after all the wrongs you've done.

The headache doesn't leave him alone. He stands up to get a glass of water and to find out where Sirius is.

That's when the creepy feeling carves its way inside of him, as he slowly steps toward the sink. Because now that he's fully awake, the house is eerily silent. It's obvious that there is only one heartbeat warming it up. His own heartbeat, getting louder and more painful as the realisation comes to him: Sirius is gone.

Sirius is gone. Of course. What else was he even hoping for? He has been incredibly kind, kind enough, to pull him out of the dumper and offer him a pity sex. Remus may have thought it was more, at the time. May have thought there was some kind of connection between them. But deep down, Remus has known from their first encounter that the man was way out of his league. A one-night stand is more than anything Remus could hope for, more than he has ever deserved.

Sirius is gone.

And yet.

There really were moments with a deeper meaning, weren't there? Was all this trustful soul sharing only one-sided?

While he struggles to make himself a tea, disheartened as he is, Remus plays back the events from the night before. He thinks he remembers most of it, starting with their arrival at his house, when his memories emerge from the alcohol haze. Those first hours together last night are still a bit blurry in his mind, but he remembers the soul-healing moment when he realized that Sirius cared for him. Or, at least, that's what he felt, back then.

He remembers that morning more clearly. Confessing having been gone for Sirius since their first encounter. The sweet endearment he has been using to call him, in his head, and out loud this morning. Shit, he really imposed his feelings on him, didn't he? No wonder Sirius got scared. Who wouldn't, when you hook up with a guy just to help him out, and he almost confesses his undying love for you, after only a handful of hours and an awkward (wonderful, magical) dry humping on a couch?

Of course, Sirius is gone.

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This is snippet of Chapter 1 of I see you, a sequel of Put your stain on me!

-> More on AO3 (Chapter 1 and 2 are out!)

#my fic #remus lupin #wolfstar #dead gay wizards #gay dead wizards #sirius black #the marauders #moony #pathetic remus lupin #wizard dating a muggle #remus is a muggle #sirius is a wizard #post war canon divergent au #hurt and then lot of comfort #my wip fic #sequel

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