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Our server is home to a lot of talented writers, and quite a few of them were very busy this month! If you'd like to check out some of the amazing fics that they self-recced take a peek below, and if you'd like to see everything that's been recced on our server you can find our bookmarks here.

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Under the rolling hills [T] @brandileigh2003

On Behalf Of Brittle Ink [M] by @equalmindz

Entre chien et loup [M] by midnighttomoscow

I Still Do [M] by midnighttomoscow

We might as well be lovers on the sun [M] by Nara_Riya

The Road to Thistle Creek [E] by @just--vi

come all the way undone. [E] by @heysaykitkat

CLASH [E] by @midnighttomoscow

Morning Evening [E] by @always-pining

Code Black (Wolfstar's Version) [E] by @ixiedust-writes

Competing Interests [E] by @belljarbrews

Canticle [E] by Bell_Jar_Brews

Codename: Wolfstar [E] by @sliebman10

The Runaway and the Wolf [E] by Leiria

Snapshots of us [E] by brandileigh2003

Blood and Sun [E] by Leiria

Valentimes (it’s Valentine’s) [G | 3,930] by Written_Willis

Honeymoon at the Puppy Inn [T | 3,112] by @igetje

The Stress of Sirius Black [T | 7,725] by leijic

Anything I Want [T | 4,684] by @astralsunshine

Frayed Pink Threads [M | 2,655] by Written_Willis

Pathetic in the Best Way (James/Remus/Sirius) [E | 6,425] by @theblueblues-ao3

Neighborly Conduct [E | 7,750] by leijic

Hunger [E | 4,917] by TempusFugit

Mean Wizards [T | 70,528] by barkatthemoon

Deleted Scenes [M | 18,786] by sliebman10

your baby is the size of a... [E | 67,863] by @barkingatthemooninsteadofwriting

tides [E | 15,858] by @sorealis

Now I have you with me under my thoughts [E | 78,105] by Nara_Riya

Shadow Play (Cedric/Harry) [M] by @limew1re

Barty's Collection (Barty/Evan) [Not Rated] by ShesGotStuff2Do

you're poison (i want it too much) (Barty/Sirius, Remus/Sirius) [E] by @superficialextent

they keep things interesting (Lily/Remus) [M | 2,420] by @colourful00desert

queer here musketeer (James/Regulus) [M | 62,703] by colourful_desert

( @hollanovscuckchair, I credit you for this little scene that popped into my head this morning.)

“How many more?” Ilya asked breathlessly, as he finished his set. Shane knew. He knew Shane knew; he hadn’t kept his own rep count since Shane moved in with him.

“That was the last one,” Shane said, helping him ease the weights back onto the rack. He was technically spotting Ilya, but he was really taking the opportunity to ogle his husband in his tight shorts and tank. Ilya looked so good; his skin sunkissed, his sweaty curls wild, the muscles in his arms flexed.

“Good,” Ilya said, getting up from the bench. “Your turn.” He wiped down the bench and Shane took his spot. Ilya could see a few different men watching them. Some covertly, some not so covertly. He knew they were in a place where they weren’t as well known. That was the benefit of vacations, sometimes. Shane never caught the stares, never picked up on the desire aimed at him. It only made Shane hotter, in his opinion, that the only eyes on him that he cared about were Ilya’s.

Shane fiddled with the machine, kicking up the weight with an arched eyebrow at Ilya. “Always trying to beat me, Hollander,” he murmured. “You’ll pay for it later.”

“Oh?” Shane replied, with a smirk. “We’ll see about that.” Ilya could feel even more stares aimed their way, but he ignored them, only focusing on Shane. Shane, who was drenched in sweat so the outline of his pecs showed through his t-shirt. The t-shirt that he refused to take off because he didn’t like his skin sticking to the bench. Those tiny shorts that barely contained him.

He completed his perfectly executed reps. As Ilya was helping him put the weights back, he whispered in Shane’s ear, “Let’s get out of here.”

Shane nodded and they left the gym together to head upstairs to their hotel room. As soon as the door closed, Shane found himself pressed against the wall. Ilya was kissing him fiercely, insistently, filthily. Shane kissed back with equal enthusiasm, his fingers pulling at Ilya’s damp curls. He felt Ilya’s hands slide down until they were below his ass. He knew what Ilya was doing; he instinctively jumped a little so he was pinned between Ilya’s body and the wall. He wrapped his legs around his husband’s middle, drawing a deep groan from Ilya’s chest. “All those other men were looking at you down there,” Ilya murmured between kisses. “But you’re mine.” He punctuated mine with a nip to Shane’s bottom lip.

Shane moaned a little. “Yes, yours. Only yours,” he gasped. Ilya moved away from the wall, carrying Shane to their ridiculously large bed in the middle of their hotel room.

The windows were open, letting in the ocean breeze. Ilya did not care. If anyone was listening, they’d hear their moans of pleasure but it didn’t matter. What mattered was the man beneath him, his liquid brown eyes wide and hazy with lust, in those tiny gym shorts that drove Ilya crazy. “When is our dinner reservation?” he asked, sucking a bruise into Shane’s neck.

“Fuck it,” Shane managed, hooking his ankle around Ilya’s, pushing him closer.

“I think you will be upset if we miss dinner,” Ilya said with a crooked smile. He moved his thigh between Shane’s, giving him some of the pressure he was seeking.

“You want to have a conversation right now?” Shane bit out.

Shane would definitely have a hard time connecting with Troy at the beginning but then Ilya says something about Shane's food habits when they are ordering food for the team and Troy not only gets offended, but comes to Shane's defense full tilt. "ILYA!!! What the fuck!!Why are you making fun of your man's order. Salmon and brown rice is delicious!!! That's my favorite meal!!!" Then Shane and Troy spend the lunch discussing the benefits of their performance diets and comparing notes on food prepping for optimal fuel value per caloric intake.

Ilya stands by Harris, stunded by Troy's betrayal and wondering if he should be jealous. But he quickly forgets about it when Harris says, "Those two can't possibly have functioning taste buds. Who doesn't like cookies and cream ice cream?" As he hands Ilya a loaded bowl of ice cream.

Then they become couple besties because:

Exhibit A: Harris and Ilya

Loud as fuck, in everyone's business, love yummy food, music and being with friends, and super proud of their queerness.

Exhibit B: Shane and Troy

Obsessed about being at peak performance, not really aware of how hot they are, trauma bonded over stupid shit they've done because of fear of being outted and most importantly, quiet bitches that can tear anyone up in a heart beat.

Exhibit C: Harris and Shane

Media training (They each could have a TedTalk or a podcast), Ottawa because "what do you mean they closed the place that made the good smoothies?" and family because these boys love their families.

Exhibit D: Ilya and Troy

this morning i got this comment:

and after i stopped blubbering over it, i picked up my writing notebook, and re-read all my fic research, and opened up my document again for the first time in weeks without being afraid of it

Shane on the other hand talked a mile a minute. He was always babbling and bubbling about one thing or another. He was a yapper.

As they got older, Ilya realised that it’s simpler to hide in the spot light and that it’s easier to get away with things when he’s loud. It’s whole another kind of invisibility, hiding in plain sight, everyone sees him, believes they know him, but they only know the parts he allows them to see.

Shane became quiet. He figured out that people didn’t want to listen. He understood people find him more likabke when he’s quiet. So he keeps his thoughts to himself, doesn’t talk, doesn’t make people uncomfortable by having too much information to share and not knowing when to shut up.

Fast forward to the cottage. They’re sitting on the couch, Shane’s legs in Ilya’s lap as he waves in arms around, talking excitedly about something. And Ilya, Ilya just listens. He doesn’t interrupt him, doesn’t tell him to stop talking. He enjoys not having to be the one talking for once, actually. There’s a small smile dancing across his lips as he listens to his boyfriend (boyfriend!!!) yap about beavers, their importance for the ecosystem and how they became the national animal of Canada.

It's that time again where I shout at you about all the amazing fics I've read this month. This month, I read 41 fics by 34 authors, amounting to 411k words :)

To the authors on the list: thank you again for sharing your lovely work with us!! ♥️ If you read any of these fics, please make sure to leave kudos and a comment. It means a lot to authors! ♥️

If you spot any mistakes, or if I commented on a fic of yours this month and forgot to include it here, please let me know. I didn't leave it out intentionally, I'm just unorganised and this was a lot of work to pull together ♥️!

All fics are Wolfstar🌟 unless otherwise specified as such. Ordered alphabetically by author's name and in categories: 1. WIPs (that I've read/have updated this month); 2. One-Shots; 3. Chaptered Fics (complete); 4. Series; 5. What I've worked on this month.

hi my baby. okay. i can work with this easy.

so, it's the middle of shane and ilya's first year on the cens. over the summer ilya started taking antidepressants and its been a lot of trial and error re finding the right dose, the right drug, which side effects are tolerable and which ones are absolutely not acceptable. ilya's most recent trial of SSRIs was a combination of pervasive apathy and a complete and utter inability to get a hard on. even with shane beautiful and eager and wide eyed between his legs. soft cock on his tongue. not growing hard no matter how much ilya concentrated or how much he really liked to see shane on his knees. the apathy part is the main priority of his psychiatrist and galina and shane too -- shane is worried about his husband's lack of interest in running around with anya, the absence of his gentle bullying of the rookies and the almost vacant look in his eyes after a win, the lack of a witty retort when shane chirps him about something -- but to ilya the sex drive thing is his biggest concern. he knows his husband loves him for more than his body -- intellectually. like it's a fact but it's just not a fact that's clicking with him right now. his brain is murky and heavy. it is also a fact that sex is a big part of his relationship with his husband and he is worried about losing shane. he doesn't tell shane this, of course, not at first. at first he is explaining it to galina -- that the combination of feeling nothing when he's on the ice beside his husband scoring off a power-play and then nothing when he's in bed with his husband pressing down on top of him is making him want to quit SSRIs alltogether, infact he almost just quit cold turkey but the psych had been very firm about not doing that and ilya didn't want to jeoporadise the season over his stupid fucking brain -- and then upon her advice he discloses this to his psychiatrist. and he's moved onto a new drug slowly the following week.

it takes a fortnight for the new drug to entirely replace the old drug. a little bit of the fog has cleared. he actually laughs properly, genuinely, when holmberg falls asleep on the bus and the guys decide it'll be fun to douse him in shaving cream as he naps -- because the kid naps like the dead. when they win the next game and he scores off of an assist from his -- gorgeous, patient, perfect -- husband ilya smiles and feels it in his chest. something warm and happy glowing there. there's side effects with this drug too. like sweating. he's sweating more than he's ever sweat in his entire life. but he can feel things. and that kinda matters more than the sweating.

as the drug starts working ilya is adjusting the dose higher with his psych and feeling more and more like himself... almost. he still has shit days but his brain is functioning and he's present in the room and he loves playing with anya and bullying the rooks and sharing the ice with his husband and... there's just the issue of the sex... it's been a while. he's been too humiliated to try again. worried he'll get his husband's hopes up and go soft before things get started or just continue to be entirely unable to get it up in the first place. his desire to have sex is back though -- in bursts. he can feel heat prickle under his skin and want thrum through his fingers whenever he sees shane getting out of the shower -- shoulders damp and long hair sticking to his neck, cheeks flushed from the shower steam -- or whenever shane sits close to him, pressing their thighs together in front of the guys, subtle and lingering just for them but still exhilirating because he fucking didn't think he'd get this. but humiliation is never something he's felt in sex before, he's never been self-concious about his body in the bedroom. his dick has been failing him and so he hasn't tried it with shane since the new SSRIs started working.

so it's been a month and a half. six weeks of no sex.

he knows his playing is suffering for it. he knows shane's is too. he also knows his husband is giving him space and being patient and tolerant and not complaining because he doesn't want to bring up last time. (last time when ilya had sat for half an hour with his soft cock pressed to shane's tongue, his eyes screwed shut as he tried to make anything happen before pulling away harshly when shane, gentle and trying to be kind, had said "it's okay. maybe tonight's just not the night." and ilya had felt hot with embarrassment even as he'd manhandled his husband onto his stomach and fucked him on their favourite dildo. shane had cum. pretty and melty and gorgeous with his face pressed into the mattress. and ilya's dick had stayed soft against his thigh. when shane had caught sight of ilya's flaccid cock a look unreadable to even ilya had crossed his face. and that never happened. ilya could always read shane. and since then shane hadn't even tried to fuck him. barely gave him more than a tender, whispering kiss. instead, every night, they snuggled. which was nice. sure. it was nice. but ilya wanted to sink his teeth into his husband's shoulder and thread their fingers together and fuck into him all bruising and sharp and deep. wanted to kiss him until it ached in both their jaws and swallow each of shane's wonderful, breathy gasps. wanted to be close close close. because he fucking loves his husband. loves him so much. and that's how he knows best to show him. there are other ways too ofc but they'd always been best at communicating with their bodies. this SSRI bullshit felt like a particularly cruel joke upon his marriage and ilya was sick of it.)

Sleepy afterglow bliss in ao3. Explicit.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/84317986/chapters/232108266

The Wolfstar Big Bang 2026 is under way! We have so many wonderful writers chipping away at their fics, so we thought we'd take a second to introduce some of them here! (More writers to come!)

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viwrites - @just--vi

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LuxaLucifer - @luxalupinlvr

sliebman10 - @sliebman10

Igetje - @igetje

Moony_Magic27

halfbl00dprincess - @halfbl00dprinc3ss

Right after moving together and getting married they get to know each other in a completely different light, as they have to share an everyday routine. And sure, sometimes they butt heads, they can get annoyed, but most importantly there is this curiosity. The curiosity to learn more and more about the one person they love most in the world, to understand each other's quirks and habits.

Over ten years they build a relationship, showed each other secrets they have never shown anyone else before. And still, due to their impossible situation, there is so much they missed during this time, there are so many little tidbits to discovers, so many stories to tell. There are so much ordinary, mundane things they still have learn about each other, and Shane and Ilya happily go on the journey to discover them all, because it is about each other, their literal favourite person ever. How could anything about Shane or Ilya ever be boring to each other?

And even if they run out of stories to tell about the years they spend seperated, they are the kind of people who never get tired of listening to each other, rambling about whatever random thing crosses their minds. Ilya telling Shane for thirty minutes about a nonsensical dream he had? Be sure Shane will have follow up questions. Shane talking about one of his hockey books? Ilya will listening as if he found religion and Shane was the preacher. Ilya giving an in-depth report about his trip to the grocery store that is almost as long as the trip itself? Shane is locked the fuck in. Shane maundering, completely unstructured and unfiltered, about his favourite birds and this special hike he would like to do one day and then ranting about the newest gossip in the birdwatching community? Ilya is charmed that Shane unmasks in his presence, talking freely without a care in the world, and Ilya makes sure they do this hike next summer. Ilya will animatedly replay the game they just played on their PlayStation and Shane will give commentary like it was a real hockey game.

They could be at a Centaur bbq and some guys talk about their cars and Shane would completely ignore that and talk shop with Troy instead, but as soon as Ilya gives his two cents on the new BMW, Shane's head would snap around to Ilya and he would hang on every word he says.

Shane could give the rookies his mandatory hockey pep talks and Ilya would listen to Shane with the biggest heart eyes and nodding along, as if Shane wouldn't give the same lectures every year.