#sableunstable

#junejoyfest - Day 25

Author: SableUnstable Rating: Mature Word Count: 10,407 Era: MWPP

Summary: Remus has a superpower. Sirius is sure of it. It's one that the quiet, unassuming werewolf isn't even aware of possessing, and it's one that drives Sirius completely up the wall

....or three times Sirius Black was an utter twat and the one time he wasn't.

I have been dreadful at reading fanfic lately, mainly cause in between writing, and RL, everything has been far too hectic. However, these are a couple stories that I’ve started, and hopefully will be up to date in by the end of March.

Iacta Alea Est by EliMorgana

Fate is a fickle thing - when Luna is approached by an ancient magic for help, she sets in motion a prophecy involving a Werewolf, an irate Goddess and four marauders that will turn the Wizarding World on its head. Hermione, Luna, Ginny and Lavender adventure tale. Time-Turner. EWE/AU. Previously titled TPTSHB.

I’m only on chapter 3, but it is fucking brilliant so far, like OMIGOSH. So far Luna is my favourite character so far, and Ginny is a close second. SO GOOD.

Things In Common by Colubrina

Ginny's resentment at her family's poverty explodes while shopping for school supplies. Under the cover of her mother's embarrassment, Lucius Malfoy slips a diary into her cauldron and suggests she'd be welcome in his home. Throw in a sorting into Slytherin and let the dark games begin. Slytherin!Ginny, Dark!Ginny, AU.

Collie’s writing is always devastatingly good, and I bloody adore this story, I have no words. I am in love with it so far, and the way Collie writes things never fails to make me stare in wonder at her talent. AGAIN, IT’S SO GOOD. Ginny is written extremely well, and I cannot wait to see what happens next, it’s driving me nuts that I haven’t read more of it yet. Have I mentioned that I love it?

Air by Calebski

His life was one of structure, regime, and obedience, everything was in formation lines. Everything except for her, Hermione. With her wild hair that sprang in every direction, she broke every rule in his overly dictated life, and he wasn't sorry for it.

Caleb’s writing always ruins me, and this story is no exception. I swear. This story is majestic, and just, I cannot. I have a few more chapters to read, but everything so far has just been, YES. Her OC’s seamlessly fit into the story and, I CANNOT. It’s so darn good.

Stages by SableUnstable

Because every relationship is essentially just a stage, whether it's a friendship, a familial, or a romantic relationship. Theirs encompasses all three. Angst-heavy Remione AU with a side of Sirimione, rated M for language and adult content. For ShayaLonnie.

Oh, one of my favorite things to read and rec, nonnie!

Here’s a few of my absolute favorite Wolfstar fluff fics:

Shagabilty by SableUnstable (so funny, so good)

Worth the Itch by NachoDiablo (so sweet and fluffy your teeth will hurt!)

Sparks by ssstrychnine (so good!)

Boiling Point by Persica (ho, oh so hot and fluffy)

Finest in Fairford by Bluepeony (fluff and coffee, two of my favorite things!)

Aesthetic: Trash Boys by Emaly& merlywhirls(WIP, not updated in a long time, but still great)

Text Talk by Merlywhirls (I’ve recc’d it before, but it can not be recc’d enough!)

Long Live Living (If Living Can Be This) by excaliburned (so damn good and sweet)

Always Have by WolfstarPups90 (gorgeous fluffy smut)

I’m With You by SableUnstable

Hermione x Sirius Black

He hadn’t been expecting her. He hadn’t been expecting anyone, and the consequences are difficult for both to face. Nothing is ever logical when you’re lost, after all.

WIP as of 17/7/17

Remus could hear footsteps crunching along the nearly-there path to where he way lying prone on the grass.  He ignored them, instead paying attention to the breeze coming off the lake, cooling him just enough to counter the warmth from the sun, giving his whole body and mind a warm fuzzy feeling.

 In this little spot the lake lapped gently against the shore and the trees of the forest blocked out any view of the castle.  They had found it while they were back in school.  Sirius had claimed he’d followed a bunny to the spot -- or something equally ridiculous.  Some long-forgotten joke about a familiar and things with furry tails teased the edge of Remus’ mind but in his relaxed state he couldn’t quite catch on to the memory.

 Remus took a deep breath and immediately realized he had forgotten someone had been walking towards his secluded spot.  Sirius.  Not for the first time, Remus wondered if his Wolf somehow interacted with people’s magics to give them permanent identifying sent.  Sirius always smelled the same and he could always pick him out in a crowd - or battle.  In varying degrees Sirius always smelled a little like petrol, cut grass and spices Remus could never quite pinpoint.  

 There was an almost mulled spiced sent like cloves in the air as Sirius sat down next to Remus.  Something sweet too.  Remus cautiously opened one eye to see Sirius Black sitting next to him on the grass (well, sitting on his cloak he’d set down on the grass), wearing a loose-fitting deep plum shirt that was coming quite undone in the front, long black hair blowing in the breeze and eating a nectarine as if it were the last piece of fruit he would ever have in his life.

 Remus realized he’d been staring at his best friend’s mouth when Sirius’ lips slowly turned up and there was no more fruit in sight.  Confirmation that he’d been caught was clear when Remus met Sirius’ eyes and the small smile turned into a full smirk.  Remus couldn’t believe that he’d actually be blushing like a third year when he was now a fully grown man, but he turned his face back into his arms just to be safe, attempting to surreptitiously adjust his position at the same time.

 He heard rustling next to him but had resolutely decided to ignore Sirius and anything else he did.  Any talk of exams or the end of the school year could wait.  He’d hated having to miss the last couple days due to the moon and owed Sirius for covering for him by proctoring a few exams and lecturing the other students on who knows what.  Dueling, probably.  Sirius had always been a good dueler - talented at doubling up spells; able to keep his shield up while still throwing hexes.  A few mental images of Sirius deuling in that half-undone shirt had him cursing himself and adjusting once again.

 Spiced oranges suddenly filled his senses and Remus groaned.

 “Now, now, Professor.  None of that,” Sirius said.  Remus could feel the other man getting closer and refused to budge.  He kept his head resting on his arms, face directly towards the ground, and eyes shut.  “I just gave your sixth years a lecture about tending to themselves, staying healthy as well as fit otherwise they’re no good to anyone in a crisis or a duel.”

 “I’m not in a crisis or a duel,” Remus mumbled.

 “What kind of examples would either of us be if I let you go without getting well and you became permanantly wounded,” Sirius continued, completely ignoring Remus’s interjection.

 “M’not a bloody patient.”

 “Good, because I’m not putting on a nurse’s outfit.”

 Remus snorted at that and then became keenly aware of how his chuckle had lifted the edge of his shirt, exposing a strip of his back when he felt Sirius’ cool fingers sliding along the small strip of skin.  His heart was beginning to quicken it’s pace and he thanked whomever was listening that Sirius wouldn’t be able to tell.

 “C’mon, Moony.  This isn’t the first, nor’s it going to be the last,” he said quietly.

 No, it wasn’t the first time Sirius had helped Remus heal after a moon.  Not even the first time in the last few years.  But between the end of the war, the rebuilding - both literal and metaphorical - and Remus coming back to Hogwarts to teach again… This was the first time in a long time that the process had even the potential to become, well, intimate.

 Remus felt Sirius’ broad hand slip under his shirt and up his back, slowly, softly.  He wanted so badly to let himself sink into this sensation, to let go, act for one moment if even in his mind that perhaps the last twenty years hadn’t happened.  He couldn’t tell if he was actually rolling his back ever so slightly to help Sirius push off his shirt or if he was just imagining it.  The touch was real though.  Sirius was there, rubbing the spiced orange Soothquick into his aching muscles, the scent blending the present with the memories of countless times this had happened in their past.

 He didn’t think he imagined Sirius moving in closer.  Was his shirt completely gone?  When had that happened?  Remus began to tilt his head to the side, lost in his own mind between trying to keep what little composure he had left and simply wanting Sirius.

 The breath on his neck made Remus pause, and the whisper in his ear shattered any doubt that this wasn’t real.

WHERE DID YOU GET YOUR HUFFLEPUFF ROBES AND SCARF FROM???? Also, this is brilliant, btw. Also, also, it THRILLS me to hear all those hp fandomy words I hear all the time IN MY OWN ACCENT!! :D

I got the robes from eBay, and the scarf and tie came from the Harry Potter exhibition when it was in Sydney, was lucky enough to have a trip to Australia coincide. 

I had considered putting on an English accent, but it would be so obviously fake. Let’s just say Cassandra is a Kiwi who moved to the UK before eleven. 

Pairings: Blaise/Millicent, Vince/ErnieRating: K+fanfiction.net || archive of our own

“Are you going to sit there reading and ignore me all night?” Blaise asked with a frown.

Millicent kept her face buried in her textbook, a slim tome for beginners in alchemy. She rather hated all the suggestions her family gave her when deciding her future. Sign a marriage contract? No chance in hell if the political climate continued like it was. She intended to pursue an actual, fulfilling career. After years of practice ignoring her father’s parade of suitors, Millicent could bat away Blaise’s whining with ease.

“Blaise, would you please go away? You’re interrupting valuable study time.”

“Shut up, Pansy, I’m not talking to you. And you’re not even studying…that’s Witch Weekly.”

Pansy faked a yawn, not quite proficient enough at the move at fourteen as she would be at twenty, tempting long lines of Quidditch professionals wrapped around her little finger. It would have worked on Draco, though, but not the son of Elora Zabini. “Aware of that. Don’t care. Go away.”

Millicent tuned them out as she continued to read. The bright symbols on the notebook reminded her of a children’s storybook, but it would have to do. She knew nothing of the art of alchemy and it hadn’t been included on the Hogwarts curriculum since before her grandfather attended. Pointedly ignoring Blaise who kept attempting to ask her to the Yule Ball (really, his intention was written all over his face) and she wasn’t about to be the butt of another joke. No way in three salt circles was Blaise Zabini asking her for any other reason than pity or a bet. Her half-blood status assured her of that. She would just wait for Vince to ask her since her friend wouldn’t be able to buck up the courage to ask Ernie Macmillan like he really wanted to.

When Blaise finally stood up in a huff to go back to his familiar nest of Slytherin boys, Millicent breathed again. A brief glance towards Pansy assured her the slim witch was glaring over at the group as if to say and stay there.