#muwf

for the @mixed-up-writer-fest with @eemolu

The next day rises cloudy and stifling. The kids’ discontent at the moody weather starts the moment they get out of their tents, continues during breakfast and persists all the way through the birdwatching expedition that takes up their morning. “Look at my hair, Miss!” Jacob Erland complains. He fancies himself the heartthrob of the school, and the way the humidity is making a crown out of his normally well-kempt hair is, apparently, nothing short of a disaster. “Mr Potter’s hair is always like that, but you don’t see him complaining, do you?” Lily deadpans. Next to her, James breaks into laughter. It’s loud and hearty and gorgeous. His hand runs through the mess of his hair in a practised, automatic motion. “Embrace your dishevelled charm, Jake. Girls like it.”

Chapter 8: Friend(ish)

(next chapter for my @mixed-up-writer-fest fic with @aqua-myosotis! Sorry it took me a minute. Have 20k as an apology. 😘)

Being friends with Remus was exhausting.

Okay, that wasn't exactly true, because Sirius loved spending time with Remus and talking with Remus, but he wanted to punctuate his sentences with kisses, and he couldn't do that to his friend Remus the way he might have been able to with his boyfriend Remus. But Remus wasn't his boyfriend. They were friends. Fuck friends.

Could friends fuck?

@neondomino and I are writing the next chapter together in real-time. We're having so much fun!

Liza's last chapter was amazing. Go and catch up while we write what everyone has been waiting for :)

Chapter 22 is up! Enjoy!

Written for the @mixed-up-writer-fest with @therealrjlupin

Snippet below the cut:

Chapter 4: Week Nine: Green Olive

Written for my @mixed-up-writer-fest fic with @theresthesnitch and uh yeah, like 21k? Enjoy. LOL

Read Chapter 1 or Continue with Chapter 4, excerpt below

[...] [Remus] wants his mum, desperately, suddenly. Wants her cool hands and her honeyed tea and her Muggle cure-all: vaporub. He wants her to stroke his hair and tell him it'll all be okay, that he's going to be just fine and sing him to sleep. But she doesn't even know this is happening to him, he realizes as he cries as silently as he knows how, like he did as a first year behind the drawn hangings of his four-poster bed, hot, fat tears coursing down his cheeks because just like then, what's happening to his body is not fair. It's not fair and there's nothing he can do to stop it, and it's not even the end. It'll come back, and even when it's over, he'll have a real living baby—babies—that need him and then what? Then he'll have to ditch them around the full moon? What kind of father is he? Who would want him for a dad?

But unlike in first year, James and Sirius are now very attuned to his emotional state. He must smell sour, Remus thinks, when he sees two pairs of feet: one pale, one socked in the doorway of the bathroom. "'Lo," Remus whimpers, unable to muster up anything more than that. 

James drops down first, a glass of water in his hands. When Remus tries to apologize for waking them—he could have at least closed the door!—James just waves him off. "Hush, sweetheart," he murmurs, Transfiguring a cotton swab into a straw with the barest flick of his wand. 

While Remus drinks, the water beautifully cool and soothing and sort of gingery, Sirius crouches in front of him and presses a soft, folded-up damp washcloth against his forehead. He smooths back Remus's sweaty curls and takes the tie from his own hair to put Remus's mop in a jaunty little bun. "Beautiful," Sirius whispers.

Remus, who doubtlessly has some level of bile on his chin, scoffs weakly at him. "Lying sod."

"Hear that, Prongs? He's enough life in him to sling insults, that's great news."

Remus pouts and leans into James's waiting arms. "I'm having your babies and you want to make jokes?" he whines, and sure, he might be playing it up a little because he can, but it's not like Sirius doesn't deserve it. 

James takes pity on him and thumps Sirius in the arm. Hah. "Don't kick the man while he's down, Padfoot." He kisses Remus's sweaty brow and helps him into an upright-enough position to get all the vomit in the toilet when the next wave of nausea crests over him. "He's a bad man what did this to you," James whispers conspiratorially, rubbing Remus's back. 

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Remus was usually very verbose, whitty, and sharp as a tack. He was never at a loss for words. Except for right now, at this very moment. His head was empty, but if he listened hard enough, he could hear “The Sound of Silence” playing somewhere deep in the corners of his mind.

Chapter 3

Welcome to Aphrodite

Welcome to Aphrodite. Seek and you shall find. You have six hours.

Everyone knows about Aphrodite - the elite, incredibly exclusive, adult-only club for anyone who is looking for a sinful adventure. Everyone also knows that it's just a myth, nothing more than an urban legend. There is no such thing as a place that makes all your secret desires come true. Or so Sirius thought until he is proven wrong when his carefully hidden wish gets fulfilled. His wish is, of course, Remus Lupin.

@rhabarberjunge and I are partnered for the @mixed-up-writer-fest and the first chapter is out now! The prompt was: It was just supposed to be a one night stand. Anonymous strangers in a bar. They don't exchange any information, not even names. Except they keep running into each other again and again, and, well, it was good last time. Will they make it something more, or is this just meant for quick hook ups?