✨Writing Masterlist✨

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Fanfics

To Break Free - wolfstar // 1980's au

Remus had nothing to offer Sirius but himself. Sirius could give Remus anything he wanted, but himself

2. Addressed to the fire - wolfstar // canon compliant

It's the start of sixth year and fed up with Remus's pining, Lily suggests he writes Sirius a letter. Though Remus's writing never seems to get past the fireplace

Oneshots

For you, I'll be anything - wolfstar // modern au

Sirius never thought he'd be a parent, then he met Remus Lupin and his two year old son Teddy

2. Father to a Son - wolfstar // 1980's au

Remus is fifteen years old when Lyall is first confronted with the possibility that his son might be queer.

3. a star in more than just name - cannon compliant

Right now i'm thinking of either

A) just getting over it. Keeping this as my side blog, and keeping my main blog as my main blog. The pros are that I can keep everything as it is (which for someone who doesn't like change is very nice), the cons though are that I can't do everything on this blog that I want to (ex: follow people back) and the marauders is kinda the only thing i'm super interested in right now

B) Deleting this blog and redoing my main blog. The cons though is that I would loose tons of stuff both on this blog and my main blog which i've had for almost seven years! (I'm a sentimental person)

C) Keeping my main blog, deleting this blog, and using another email to create a new main blog for this blog. I'd still loose everything that I posted on this blog, which is kinda the thing I'm most concerned about. Is it unreasonable to repost everything i've posted here onto a new blog??

Most nights he finds himself on the streets of London, wandering alone, unable to return home. It's too quiet without his brother. The other boy's bedroom door looms over him each time he passes it. A cruel reminder of everything he'd lost. He hasn't been able to open it since Sirius left and he isn't sure he'll ever be able too.

It's half way through the summer when the dog starts appearing. Not every night, but often enough that Regulus recognizes it. Big and black, with shaggy fur and piercing eyes. It watches from a distances, looming silently in the shadows.

Regulus is clever enough to know what it is.

The grim; an omen of death.

It's suiting he thinks most nights, under the dogs gaze. He isn't sure he'd felt alive since Sirius left; to truly die would be no different. Though on the last day of summer he finds himself cracking. The dogs stares at him from the parks bushes and the tears well in Regulus's eyes.

His hands shake.

His knees hit the pavement.

A sob breaks his lips.

Under the falling rain he curls into himself, grieving the life he won't live. The brother he lost. The family he's never had. Crying because there's he can do to change it.

He doesn't want to die; not alone at least.