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I wrote just being neighborly for PadfootFest! Had a fun time with this one– and there are some AMAZING fics in the rest of this list, too. Check 'em out!

Padfoot Fest 2024 Reveals

Hello everyone!

The time everyone has been waiting for has come. It's been a week since our last Padfoot Fest work was posted which means we can now reveal all the authors, so everyone can run to show more love for their other works.

As mods, we would like to sincerely thank all the participants. We are immensely grateful to them for creating a great variety of fics, all celebrating our beloved Sirius Black. We love the works, and we are so so proud of everyone's efforts. We are so thankful for all these works that contribute to the amazing thing that is the Marauders fandom.

Moreover, this was the first year of our fest, and we are overwhelmed with the interest it has garnered. We would like to thank everyone who keeps following, reblogging, commenting and so on. We also can't wait to introduce more events in the following months that will help us shorten the time we've got to wait until the second year of Padfoot Fest opens in 2025. So stay tuned and keep sharing the Padfoot love.

Now without further ado these are the amazing writers from Padfoot Fest 2024 in the order of their posted work. Click the title of the fic to read their works.

tenrousei_kuroi - Is It So Frightening (to have me at your shoulder) (Regulus Black/Sirius Black, Regulus Black/Remus Lupin, Regulus Black & Hermione Granger)

LippSkinn - Silence (Sirius Black/Remus Lupin)

shadowmun - Hero with no name (Sirius Black/Evan Rosier)

Soulniar - Freres, Pour Toujours (Regulus Black & Sirius Black)

LadyofWiltshire - I Really Don't Know Love At All (Sirius Black/Remus Lupin)

dystopianRebel - Soulmates by Arrangement (Sirius Black/Rabastan Lestrange, one-sided James Potter/Lily Evans, Catriona McCormick/James Potter, Peter Pettigrew/OFC)

RockOnGoldDustW - Kiss With A Fist (Sirius Black/Hermione Granger, Sirius Black/OFC)

EastWindmlk - two for divine, three for magic (James Potter/Lily Evans Potter, Sirius Black/James Potter/Lily Evans Potter)

sliebman10 - A Flicker Of Hope (Sirius Black & Minerva McGonagall)

emlovessid - two paper airplanes (Sirius Black/Remus Lupin

veganbutterchicken - Where There Is Love, There Is Faith (Sirius Black/Remus Lupin)

Grey_Kenaz - A Prank Gone Awry (Alphard Black & Sirius Black, Regulus Black & Sirius Black, Sirius Black & James Potter, Sirius Black & Walburga Black, Orion Black & Sirius Black)

MidnightStargazer - An Omen of Death (Regulus Black & Sirius Black)

FivePips - Call it Pathetic or Poetic (Sirius Black/Remus Lupin)

procrastinator123 - Grim Hunt (Sirius Black/Kingsley Shacklebolt)

HuntersWithCellPhones - I would not ask and neither would you (Regulus Black & Sirius Black, Regulus Black/Barty Crouch Jr.)

EuripidesTrousers - The Road to Sweetwater (Sirius Black/Remus Lupin)

maraudersaffair - Lucky for You (Sirius Black/Bill Weasley)

EllieMarchetti - A Ghost from the Past (Sirius Black/Hermione Granger)

onehundredflamingos - always yours (Sirius Black/James Potter)

atropos_aeneas - just being neighbourly (Sirius Black/Remus LupinSirius Black & Remus Lupin)

youprettythings - I'm Waiting Here For You (Sirius Black/Remus Lupin)

andthemarauders - Halloween 1981 (Sirius Black/OFC, James Potter/Lily Evans Potter, Remus Lupin/OFC)

RockOnGoldDustW - Nowhere to Run (Sirius Black & Andromeda Black Tonks, Regulus Black & Sirius Black)

goldenpropeth - everywhere (i want to be with you) (Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Sirius Black & Hope Lupin, Sirius Black & Lyall Lupin)

Strawberrybasil - Seeking Omens (Sirius Black & Harry Potter)

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remembrance and knowledge

Martin is not fine; Jon hasn’t actually spoken to him, but he knows it for a fact, as sure as he knows that whatever is happening, it’s definitely Peter Lukas’s fault.

Or, a retelling of season 4, if Martin leaned even further into the Lonely, and Jon was forced to lean into his own monstrosity in order to save him. Written for @hatthief as part of @magnusforgaza

3,460 words

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Barely a week after waking up from the coma he’s apparently been in for six months, Jon asks Basira a simple question. 

“Basira,” he says, holding out a manila folder, “can you pass along these papers to Martin when you get the chance? He’s, er, still avoiding me.”

Basira tilts her head as she takes the folder. “To who?”

“Martin.”

“Martin…” There’s a faraway look in her eyes before she finishes, “oh, yeah, of course.”

Jon exhales a small laugh. “Did— did you just forget who Martin is?”

“No, I just didn’t hear you the first time.”

Jon would have let it go there, if the Eye weren’t screaming the truth at him. She’s lying, Jon Knows, not as words but as a simple fact. She really did forget him, briefly.

Basira must see the suspicious look on his face. “Jon, drop it,” she snaps, before he can say anything, “he just slipped my mind for a second because, in case you haven’t noticed, there’s a lot going on right now besides whatever weirdness is going on between you and Martin.”

“…fine,” Jon sighs. He has bigger battles to fight than this, especially right now; he still doesn’t even have a complete picture of what happened during and after the unknowing, there are records from the Flesh’s attack on the Institute to sort through, and on top of all that, the usual duties of the Head Archivist still remain, as unimportant as they may seem now.

So, that’s that. He won’t worry about it. Martin will be fine.

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Martin is not fine. Or maybe he is, Jon isn’t actually sure, he still hasn't spoken to Martin, who seems supernaturally talented at avoiding him. But, given the way the world seems to be gaslighting him regarding Martin, he’s fairly certain that Martin’s status is, decidedly, not fine.

“What do you mean, you never did that interview?” Jon asks Daisy, bewildered.

Daisy shrugs, clearly not as worried. Jon’s fairly certain he sees a piece of dirt fall off her shoulder, despite it having been many days and showers since their escape from the Buried. “I mean just that,” she says, “I never interviewed ‘Martin.’”

“You did, though,” Jon continues, trying to mask his own growing worry. “I had the tape, it was right here, and now it’s not. After Leitner’s death—“

“Murder, you mean.”

“—yes, obviously, after Leitner’s murder, you interviewed Martin first, then Tim, then Elias, I remember listening to it on tape.”

“No,” Daisy says, slow and patient as if talking to a child, “I interviewed Rosie, who went to get Tim, who sent in Elias. I never interviewed anyone named Martin.”

The phrasing sticks in Jon’s mind. “Anyone named— do you remember him at all?”

Daisy frowns. “What was his full name again?”

“Martin! Martin Blackwood! Martin K. Blackwood!”

“Oh— right, of course. But no, I never interviewed him. Never even met him before he got here with Lukas.”

Jon’s heart pounds. He’d be willing to let this go, to write it off as foggy memory and  if not for the fact that this is far from the first time it’s happened. Everyone in the Archive— and outside the Archive, too, for that matter —fails to remember Martin, or at least to remember him correctly. Melanie, in her rare nonviolent moments where Jon gets the chance to ask, swears that Martin has always been Lukas’s assistant. Basira doesn’t remember seeing him in the Archive at all, and all her notes from her police days of investigating the Institute omit him— she, too, is convinced that Martin has been with Lukas from day one, having arrived at the Institute with him after Elias’s arrest.

None of them remember him as an Archival Assistant. They don’t remember the drinks they got with him, or the efforts he went through to get Elias arrested. Jon would use the tapes as proof, if he could find any of them, but they’ve all mysteriously disappeared, and that scares him more than anything. The last time all his tapes proving someone’s existence disappeared, Sasha had been long dead by the time he’d realized it.

It’s Lukas’s fault, it has to be— this began when he came in, after all, and the one thing everyone can agree on is that he’s hardly ever seen without Martin trailing behind.

Just then, Melanie walks by his office– and Jon flags her down. “Melanie! Melanie, please.”

She limps into the room, still recovering from her impromptu leg surgery. “What do you want,” she deadpans.

“I— you, and Daisy, neither of you remember Martin the way that I do. A-and neither does Basira.”

“Martin… Blackwood? Assistant to Lukas?” At Jon’s nod, Melanie looks to Daisy. They lock eyes, and share a skeptical look. Finally, Melanie says, “…but all our stories match up? Me, Basira, and Daisy all agree on who ‘Martin’ is?”

“Well, yes, but—“

“Then how do you know you aren’t the one misremembering?”

“Because I know! I remember it, and in case you haven’t noticed, my memory has been very accurate as of late!”

Daisy rests her head in her hands and says, “Alright, Jon, let’s calm down.” Before Jon can argue, she asks, “what exactly do you remember about Martin?”

“I told you, he was my assistant!”

“I get that,” she says, her patience clearly running thin, “but who was he? Like, as a person.”

“He was—“ Jon stops. How can he answer something like that? “He wasn’t a very good assistant, but he— I don’t know, he made good tea, he was shockingly cunning when he needed to be, and he— he cared, a lot. And now, he… it just doesn’t seem like he cares at all, and that’s not like him, and I know it has to be something Lukas has done to him.”

“…oh-kay,” Melanie says, after a beat of silence. “And you’re sure you didn’t just dream up a boyfriend while you were in a coma and then assigned Blackwood’s face to him?”

“Martin was never my—“

“Right, right.”

“Melanie, please,” Jon begs, and he hates begging, “you of all people must understand how dire this situation is. I haven’t had a tape disappear like this since Sasha got replaced by the Not-Them, and you— you remembered Sasha, so y-you have to remember Martin, right?”

Melanie’s face scrunches up, just slightly, and Jon’s stomach churns at her pity. “If I see anyone with the wrong face, I’ll let you know, I guess.”

Jon looks back and forth between Melanie and Daisy, who refuses to make eye contact with him.

“Fine,” Jon says, his resolve hardening, “if you won’t help me figure this out, I’ll find someone who will.”

He storms out of the room before either woman can get the chance to stop him.

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“…that was when Mr. Blackwood turned to me and told me I wouldn’t remember him, that I would just completely the paperwork and put it on his desk, not knowing who I was submitting it to.” The researcher— Jon didn’t catch his name before beginning to take his statement, although he Knows in the back of his head that it’s David— drones on.

“And Lukas?” Jon prompts.

“Lukas… yes, Mr. Lukas, too, insisted that Mr. Blackwood be forgotten. And it worked, until now. Until you asked. Now… my head hurts. Is it supposed to hurt this badly? I don’t remember what I’m supposed to forget…”

“…right, I see,” Jon says, although only partially true. “Thank you, then, David.”

David holds his head in his hands and sniffles. “It hurts… why does it hurt?”

Jon just walks away. No sense in trying to comfort him— his attempts at comfort certainly didn’t help the last two researchers that he asked about Martin, no reason it would help David anymore.

He walks through the halls of the research department, his old workplace, looking for someone else he can Ask about Martin. Everyone thus far has given useless information, only confirming what Jon already knows: that Martin is in trouble, sinking deeper into the Lonely, and it’s all Lukas’s fault.

But then he turns a corner, and instead of seeing more office doors and researchers walking aimlessly through them, he sees—

“B-Basira!”

“Jon.”

Oh, she’s furious. “What brings you to research?”

“Do you know anything about the reports human resources has been receiving?”

“No, why would I?” Jon lies.

Basira chews the inside of her cheek, an effort to keep calm that clearly isn’t working. “Maybe because they’ve all been about you and how you’re going around traumatizing people.”

“Oh. That.”

“Yeah.” Basira says blankly. “That. Now, are you going to come with me willingly, or am I going to have to chase you down?”

Jon goes with her willingly, down the stairs into the Archives and all the way to his office. He steps in, but Basira doesn’t follow— she just locks the door from the outside and shoves a chair against the handle.

He gets a bit worried, after that.

Later that night, he overhears Basira and Daisy speaking in hushed voices at their desks. Jon pressing himself against his office door to hear it as clearly as possible:

“It’s a bit… medieval, doesn’t it? To keep him locked up like this?”

“We have to, Daisy. Listen to him, he’s gone mad. It’s only a matter of time before he’s too far gone.”

“All the talk of this ‘Martin’ guy… it is worrying.” He barely catches Daisy’s sigh. “Speaking of which— did you find anything in the employment records?”

Basira’s silence is answer enough. Jon curls up against the door and stays there for a long, long time.

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On his eighth day of isolation, Jon escapes.

To their credit, Basira, Daisy, and Melanie have been very careful over the last week to keep one person on guard outside Jon’s office at all times. They take turns sleeping, alternate going to the break room for food, and even coordinate their bathroom breaks as needed. But anyone would slip up after a full week of constant alert— and unfortunately for them, Jon Knows exactly when that happens.

It’s as easy as walking out the door. Jon follows his instincts, not entirely sure why he’s going the way he’s going but being certain of it anyways.

There— the library, that’s where he wants to be. He pushes open the heavy library door to see a single woman at the front desk— she has the information he needs, he Knows it, he just has to Ask.

She sees him and tenses up. “I— Mr. Sims? I’m afraid the library is closed right now, if you need somethi—“

“Where is Martin Blackwood?”

“H-He’s—“ she stutters, but the words don’t spill out the way they should. “I’m sorry, Mr. Blackhood has requested privacy at this ti—“

“Where is he?”

“He’s in fiction, browsing the mystery novels.” She gasps, choking on her words as she continues, “When I was seven, my sister died in a car crash. At least, that’s what people told me…”

Even as hungry as he is, Jon doesn’t stay to hear the rest of her statement; he just pushes on to the mystery section. At first glance, there’s nobody there— but Jon makes many, many glances at once, and through them all he sees Martin, hiding in plain sight.

“I know you’re there, Martin, please,” Jon pleads to an empty bookshelf. “I just want to talk.”

Martin makes himself visible, closing the book he’d be reading. He checks the spine for the book’s ISBN, and then slowly scans the shelves for the book’s proper home. Once he’s slated the book into place, he finally turns to look at Jon. “What is it, Jon?”

“I told you, I want to talk.”

“Your reports as of late have been satisfactory. Lukas is pleased with your performance as Archivist, and your dedication to uncovering future rituals in action is admirable— Lukas was particularly impressed that you went into the Buried, and all the way up to Ny-Ålesund. That being said, the HR department is a bit frustrated with all the complaints regarding your… diet.” Martin recites, as if rehearsed. He sighs. “Is that all?”

“You know that’s not what I meant.”

“Then tell me what you want, Jon. I don’t have all day.”

“I want you back in the Archive!” Jon bursts out, surprising himself with his own voracity. “I want you to get away from Lukas, and I want things to go back to how they were before he destroyed everyone’s memory of you!”

“Everything I’ve done has been of my own free will.”

“Has it? Because from where I’m standing, Martin, it doesn’t look like it.” Jon takes a cautious step forward, and speaks a bit softer when he says, “I just want to help.”

Martin’s face hardens, and although he doesn’t step away from Jon, he does cross his arms to close himself off. “Why do you want to help me? You don’t even know me.”

“Martin, please, o-of course I know you, we’ve been coworkers for years.“

“What is my last name?”

“What?”

“My last name. Clearly, you know my name is Martin, but what about my last name?”

“It’s— it’s—“ Jon knows his last name. He does, he’s sure he does, he— why can’t he remember Martin’s last name?

Martin— damn it, what’s his last name?! —looks at Jon, a resigned disappointment in his eye. “That’s what I thought,” he sighs. “Goodbye, Jon.”

“Wait— Mar— M— hey, y-you, wait!” Jon tries, he really does try, to hang onto the memory of this man whose name he can’t remember but who he’s certain he cares deeply for; and yet, he feels it slip away like a dream he’s just woken up from.

As he tries to blink the fogginess from his eyes, a man in front of him walks away into a fading hallway, and Jon wonders who exactly he is. He hopes he’s ok.

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Jon is handcuffed to his desk. He’s ‘too dangerous’ according to Melanie and ‘a liability’ according to Basira. Daisy doesn’t say anything, really, although her disapproval is evident nonetheless.

It’s fine, really, just annoying. He has all the paper statements he could ever need right here, and is perfectly capable of researching potential rituals in the relative comfort of his desk. It’s frustrating, of course, to not even be able to stand up, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t at least a little justified. Apparently, after escaping the Archives last time, he’d gone on a bit of a rampage in the library. According to Daisy, the librarian is still reeling from their encounter. He feels a bit bad about that, even if he doesn’t remember it especially clearly.

And yet, he can’t shake the feeling that he’s forgetting something— rather, someone. He can’t even identify what that feeling means. It’s not like he has any events coming up that he forgot to invite someone important to. Hell, he barely has any important someones in his life at all.

He’s thinking about exactly that, one day in his quiet office, when he hears something. It’s not any of the usual sounds of the others working in the other room, nor is it footsteps from the floors of the Institute above.

It’s… waves, lapping at a shore.

Oh, he realizes, looking around at what is no longer his office but is instead a misty, dreary coastline, his wrists clean of metal or chains. I’m in the Lonely.

What a shame, then, that he has a hard time caring.

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He spends a lot of time sleeping. Sleeping on wet sand isn’t exactly comfortable, but it’s not awful, either. When he’s not sleeping,

He hears voices, in those foggy moments of lucidity when he actually starts thinking about his situation, about how very alone he is. They taunt him with interaction, before eventually fading away again, like everything. Like everybody.

He’s fairly certain they’re hallucinations. Half of them are of dead people, after all; Tim, in particular, comes to visit a lot, to remind him that his isolation is best for everyone— just look at where his freedom landed Tim. But there are other voices, too, ones he doesn’t completely recognize. They taunt him all the same, of course.

“I didn’t know…” A new voice echoes through the beach, coming in and out as if Jon is listening in to one side of a telephone call. “…you didn’t tell me you’d do this…!”

How strange, it doesn’t seem as if this voice is talking to him for once. Interesting.

“…bastard… I thought I was saving the world… I would never have… if I’d known…” The voice trails off in a choking sniffle, before coming back with sudden, startlingly clear: “Fuck you! I’m done!”

It’s quiet after that, but just as he thinks everything is going back to his strange version of normal, the voice comes back, this time with a body that appears as if formed out of fog itself.

“There you are!”

“…hello?” he says, his own voice smaller than he remembers it being. He looks the large man up and down again, and belatedly realizes that the other voices don’t typically come with visuals. “You’re… here.”

“Y-yes?” the man answers, even though it wasn’t a question, “I, I am, yes, now let’s get out of here—“

The man goes to grab his arm, but he jumps away before he can, the sand digging into his feet. “I’m sorry? I’m not going anywhere with a stranger, thank you very much.”

“A— a stranger?”

“I’ve had enough bad encounters with Strangers for a lifetime, I think.” He doesn’t actually know that for certain, he realizes suddenly, but it’s certainly a strong instinct that tingles across his skin. “Now leave me alone.”

The man’s face drops. “You don’t remember me, do you?”

He doesn’t, no, and it must show on his face, because the man starts to panic.

“No, you— you have to remember me.”

“I’m… I’m sorry, I really don’t.”

“No, please, Jon, you can’t— I can’t be too late, I just can’t.”

“Look, I’m sorry, I really don’t…” he hears his own voice trail off. “What did you just call me?”

“J-Jon?”

“Yes, what is that?”

“Jon, that’s your name. Jonathan Sims.”

“Right,” he— Jon remembers. “I knew that, of course.”

“Of course you did,” the man smiles, although it seems somewhat more mocking than kind. Then his eyes— those foggy blue eyes, how lovely —widen, ever so slightly, as if he just got an idea. “Is there anything else that you… already know, but might want to double check with me?”

“I...” Jon is going to say no, but with the returned knowledge of his own name, the other gaps in his memory become more obvious. “Who am I?”

Sadness passes the man’s face, just for a moment, before it hardens into something akin to resolve. “You’re Jonathan Sims—“

“Yes, we’ve established that.”

“—right, I know,” he smiles again, “and you’re— well, you’re an Archivist, but you’re also a damn good writer. I’m always impressed by the smooth flow of your statement reports, not to mention the acting you do for every statement you read. I mean, I know at least some of that is the Archivist in you, but I know there’s a non-zero amount of ‘theater kid’ in you. I’ve always meant to ask where that came from.”

“Ok,” Jon nods, and yes, that all makes sense— he did theater all through school, after all, of course he’d bring some of that to his job. “What else?”

“W-well…” The man blushes. Why is he blushing? “You’re also very cute when you want to be,” —oh, that’s why— “and you act all cool, but I know you care about us. About all of us. About me.”

“About you. I… I care about you. You.” Jon repeats it like a mantra. “You— Martin!”

The sudden return of his memories is almost too much to handle, and Jon slumps forward into Martin, who takes Jon in his arms and puts him back on his feet.

“There you are Jon, you’re alright. I’ve got you.”

“You— Martin— Martin! You’re Martin, Martin Blackwood, you were my assistant, and you— you care.”

“Yeah,” Martin says, breathlessly, “I do, I really do, and I’m— god, Jon, I’m sorry I ever didn’t.”

“I— god, Martin, there’s so much I want to talk about—“

“I know, I know,” Martin laughs, bringing the sleeve of his sweater up to Jon’s cheek. “Let’s get out of here first, alright?”

Jon laughs, too. “Yes, please.”

They leave that desolate beach, marked by the Lonely but free from it nonetheless, and run. Eventually, a statement will arrive at their door that will change everything, but for now, they can be happy.

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Thanks for recommending all the hot singles in your area are dead, it means a lot! If the asker or anyone is looking for more vampire AU goodness, I also have a small (or, uh 30k+ word) series of vampire!Sirius fics, if that's of any interest.

Hello light of my life (seriously you improve it daily with recs)

Im after basically any fic with a vampire Sirius (I actually saw some vampire Sirius and cowboy Remus art so if that exists I’d like to know). I also have a vague memory of a fic with vamp Sirius as Remus’ roommate?

Oh you're making me blush! 😳 But thank you so much for the love. It really means a lot. ❤️ And yes! The Librarian has a older list of Vampire fics as well as a bunch of new ones (including the one you mentioned). Hope you have a bloody good time reading them.

Vampire Sirius 1

Vampire RS 2

My Roommate is a Vampire by @moonyverse “Remus! Why didn’t you tell me?” Lily asks. He continues wiping, focussing on a particularly stubborn stain. “Tell you what?” “About your secret boyfriend.” Remus spins around. “My what?” “Don’t act so surprised. Your neck is covered in hickeys and you thought I wouldn’t notice?” "Er, yeah… sorry." Remus wracks his brain to think of an excuse. Anything but the truth. He sputters out a lie, "It was a one-time thing, is all." It was better than telling her his roommate is a vampire whom he lets take his blood on a biweekly basis.

I Don't Bite by @mooncat457writing Halloween was Sirius Black’s favorite holiday. He loved every part, from planning the perfect costume to throwing the kick-ass party that everyone would talk about for weeks to come. Okay, and sure, maybe the irresistible curly-haired, green-eyed cutie dressed as a werewolf that just walked through his front door didn’t hurt either.

A Taste of Your Love by starsnsoul the one where Sirius is a vampire and Remus a cowboy and they fall in love: “It’s dangerous out here at night,” Remus wet his lips, suddenly aware of how dry they were, “and we’re quite far from the nearest town.” The man in front of him continued to gaze up at him, eyes twinkling with a dangerous look, seeming to dare him to ask risky questions, to probe and let curiosity kill the cat. “What’s your name?” he asked, feigning ignorance to Remus’ concern. “Remus.” He answered without a second thought to who he was telling this to, something about the other man made him want to lay himself out bare, secret’s spilling out into the night air, all the good and the ugly. Something about the other man was dangerous but Remus felt the blood in his veins ignite at the thought. “Remus,” the man with eyes like the moon whispered, “I’m Sirius.”

A House by the Sea by @lurikko The wizarding world is on the brink of a war, Sirius is the heir of the House Black, and Remus is a vampire.

I'm starving, darling. by @marigoldwrites-blog

Remus is accosted by a vampire on his way home. Strange in itself. But when the vampire realises he has anaemia, he starts bringing him food. And medication. And nice little treats to make him feel better. And - well. Remus never claimed to be a man of strong convictions.

all the hot singles in your area are dead by atropos_aeneas The first vampire who comes to campus is annoying. The second one is an unwelcome, if begrudgingly pleasant, surprise. The third, fourth, and fifth vampires, on the other hand…No matter. Remus has been alive far, far too long to have his resolve broken on behalf of someone like Sirius Black.

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Every year… Every damn year…

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Out of curiosity

And put the fandom its from in tags if you like reblog for sample size yadda yadda

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Remus Lupin Fest 2024 Master List Reveals

Gen Monster - by SebbiGrey

James/Remus Where This Might Lead Us - by puuvillaa

Kingsley/Remus Soothing Comfort - by piximera

Regulus/Remus Hiding in Plain Sight - by MidnightStargazer

Severus/Remus DoorDash - by nocturn Food for Thought - by SafePlaceSnupin The Great Divide - by Elvira_Kamgut Safe - by Malinverno Sleepless in Scotland - by multilingualism

Sirius/Remus Ad Astra - by Swoops all the hot singles in your area are dead - by atropos_aeneas A New Chapter - by brandileigh2003 The beast in us - by Imjustherefortheshipping Bewitched, Bothered, and Bewildered - by Clare_Mansfield Catch Me When I Fall - by sliebman10 Chiaroscuro - by krabapple For Love or Monet - by deathcabformoony Half Moon Chocolate - by BrujaBanter High Tide Came and Brought You to Me - by Lucigoo89 Let Me Touch You or The Five TImes Sirius Black Kissed Remus Lupin and the One Time Remus Kissed Him Back - by Sniper_Jade The Many Phases of a Full Moon - by RebelWriter99 Sweets and Books - by Writer_INFJ_2w1 tell me that you're here forever, that you'll never leave - by ethereal_xo the world will follow after - by emlovessid used my best colors for your portrait - by littleoldrachel

Tonks/Remus Light as a Feather, Stiff as a Board - by roni_mac The War - by Maplehelicopter

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STILL GOING STRONG: ANNOUNCING JON SIMS AND CATS DAY 2024!

Why?  Because Jon with cats is the ultimate expression of fluff and happiness in the face of horror and tragedy

When?  April 29 - The canonical date we got to hear Jon hanging out with the Admiral in MAG 93.

What? Fanart or fanfic featuring Jon and any cat(s)!  It could be the Admiral, it could be a scraggly alley cat behind the Institute Jon is slowly earning the trust of, it could be a mother cat and litter of kittens he and Martin found in the shed by the Scotland safehouse.

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WORKS MASTERLIST

updated 2025 / 03 / 13

A comprehensive list of my works, and links to their respective AO3 pages/Tumblr posts, for your binge reading pleasure. Listed by fandom, although the fandoms themselves aren’t organized in any particular way. Crossovers are at the bottom, and are numerous.

HARRY POTTER / MARAUDERS

some of us will never sleep again – vampire!Sirius first war AU series, wolfstar, teen and up–mature, cw for blood

oh, what’s the matter with me, love?  In which Sirius gets attacked by vampires, nobody listens to Remus nearly as much as they should, and somebody in the Order knows more about this incident than they're letting on. 15,724 words, complete.

midnight feeder, beggar, pleader After a quick drink and a small revelation, Sirius gets a package in the mail. Remus isn't too sure about it. 1,897 words, complete.

the mirror’s image (tells me it’s home time) Remus is sarcastic, James really wants to talk about his son, Lily takes Sirius's vampirism with ease, and there's a very interesting mirror in the hallways of the Potter-Evans household. 3,219 words, complete.

wild things can’t get comfortable The full moon approaches, and for probably the first time in his life, Remus doesn't have a plan. A certain fanged pureblood complicates things, after all. 5,051 words, complete.

lay my curses out to rest Sirius and Regulus might not have been true "brothers" for many years, but they still shared a few things in common. Eye color, hair texture, coming back from the dead... you know, brotherly things. 4,553 words, incomplete.

all the hot singles in your area are dead – vampire!Remus college AU one-shot, wolfstar, mature, cw for blood Written for Remus Lupin Fest 2024. The first vampire is annoying. The second one is an unwelcome, if pleasant, surprise. The third, fourth, and fifth vampires might pose an issue. No matter; Remus has been alive far too long to have his resolve broken on behalf of someone like Sirius Black. 14,989 words, complete.

just being neighborly – Azkaban AU one-shot, wolfstar, teen and up, cw for imprisonment/grief/nightmares Written for Padfoot Fest 2024. Two men are thrown into neighboring jail cells: one is innocent, framed by his friend; the other is guilty, betrayed by his body. Somehow, eventually, they will escape together. Or, an Azkaban AU in which Sirius and Remus meet for the first time in Azkaban. 6,843 words, complete.

bite no harsher than the bark – Lie Low at Lupin's one-shot, wolfstar, teen and up, no warnings Written for the 2024 Potterverse Gift Exchange. Remus is being a bit territorial with another person in his space, someone who was once a partner but is now a stranger. Most days he can keep it under control, but as the full moon approaches, there’s only so much he can do. 2,495 words, complete.

a sinking feeling one-shot, wolfstar, teen and up, warnings in a/n In the starting days of living together, just the two of them in an apartment instead of a dorm at Hogwarts, Sirius finds Remus leaning over the sink with blood in his mouth. A bit of werewolf Remus angst, as a treat. 1.203 words, complete.

a reverse visitation – pre-canon one-shot ficlet, no ships, general, grief/mourning cw There’s someone Harry’s mother’s grave: a tall, lanky man with scars adorning what little skin he doesn’t cover and mousey brown hair. Harry hides, but the man doesn’t seem dangerous— and in the weirdest way, he barely seems like a stranger. 1,168 words, complete.

DANNY PHANTOM

roommate horror story (affectionately) - college/eldritch!Danny one-shot, no ships, teen and up, no warnings Written for Phic Phight 2025. Danny is, on the surface, the perfect college roommate: relaxed but with a sense of humor, clean but not a freak about it, minds his own business but friendly. He’s just… a bit weird. And not just weird— he’s unexplainable. Outsider POV, 3,633 words, complete

ghost fishing - Merfolk AU one-shot, no ships, teen and up, no warnings Snippets from a Danny Phantom AU in which everything is the same, but the characters live in the oceanside town of Amity Beach, the portal is a boat, and the ghosts are mermaids (so, really, very few things are the same). 3,636 words, complete.

count the fingers, count the teeth - Fae AU one-shot, no ships, general, warnings in a/n Written for Phic Phight 2024. Jazz’s parents say the forest between their house and the town is filled with mischievous fairies. They lost their son to the woods years ago– they won't lose Jazz, too. Jazz, of course, knows such things aren't real; she's going to prove it. 3,423 words, complete.

THE MAGNUS ARCHIVES

give me your answer, do two chapters, daisy/basira, teen and up, warnings in a/n Daisy/Basira Hunt-based angst, set in season 4, post-coffin: Basira sees how frail Daisy is becoming from her abstinence, all the signs of Hunt withdrawal, and decides to take her out for a hunt to see if it’ll help; unfortunately, it does. 2,612 words, complete.

howl your question - Werewolf!Martin AU one-shot, jon/martin, teen and up, warnings in a/n Martin is, to put it mildly, very bad at hiding his lycanthropy. Luckily for him, Jon is even worse at picking up on obvious clues than Martin is about not leaving them in the first place. Or, five times Jon failed to pick up on the fact that Martin’s a werewolf, and one time he was forced to. 6,536 words, complete. 

on the nature of transformation - Werewolf!Martin AU one-shot sequel, jon/martin, teen and up, warnings in a/n Jon really wants to know what Martin looks like as a werewolf; or maybe that’s the Beholding. Either way, Martin isn’t keen on giving him the satisfaction. Or, four questions Jon and Martin ask each other. Sequel to howl your question. 2,710 words, complete. 

picau ar y maen one-shot, jon/martin, general, warnings in a/n Apparently Jon has been having a harder time adjusting to their idyllic alternate-universe home than Martin thought. Luckily for Jon, Martin is a firm believer that there's nothing some good home-baking can't fix. 1,998 words, complete. 

remembrance and knowledge one-shot, jon/martin, teen and up, tumblr-only post Written for Magnus for Gaza. A retelling of season 4, if Martin leaned even further into the Lonely, and Jon was forced to lean into his own monstrosity in order to save him. 3,460 words, complete. 

i know how hard it is to change; i know, i know - Wingfic one-shot, minor jon/martin, general, no warnings Jon starts to lose feathers after becoming Head Archivist; and when his pinfeathers open up to reveal dark, silky feathers as opposed to his usual tawny brown… well, it’s strange to say the least. 2,331 words, complete.

THE MAGNUS PROTOCOL

a worm in the system one-shot, no ships, general, no warnings Alice accidentally tracks dirt into the office. Strangely, the computers are the ones freaking out about this the most. Or, worm-based trauma persists in cyberspace, apparently. 1,317 words, complete. 

a poem is never actually finished - it just stops moving one-shot, no ships, general, no warnings Norris starts reading poetry to Sam. Sam wishes it was gross or horrific, because at least then it would make a bit more sense. 2,952 words, complete. 

GRAVITY FALLS

a thorough examination of subject 32 - Werewolf!Dipper AU six chapters (two complete), no ships, teen and up, no warnings Post-canon. Ford captures a fascinating subject on the night of the full moon— he’s looking forward to studying it, although this excitement is somewhat dampened when Dipper goes missing. 3,778 words, incomplete.

STRANGER THINGS

wolves are wearing our clothing - Werewolf!Robin AU one-shot, nancy/robin, teen and up, warnings in a/n Post-Season 4, friends to lovers Ronance, through the medium of quarantine and lycanthropy. Nancy and Robin get trapped in Nancy’s house together on the night of the full moon, and Robin is secretly a werewolf. It won’t be a secret for long. 8,399 words, complete.

CROSSOVERS

Stranger Things / Welcome to Night Vale:

unusual frequencies one-shot ficlet, no ships, general, no warnings When Dustin isn’t using Cerebro to talk to Suzie, he uses it to connect to a peculiar frequency that sometimes, just sometimes, broadcasts a deep voice presenting the news from what sounds like an even stranger small town than Hawkins. It’s bizarre, even scary, it’s definitely cause for alarm, and it is, for a time, his favorite station to tune into. 1,884 words, complete.

Supernatural / Being Human (US):

Pictures and Past Lives one-shot, minor dean/lisa, general, no warnings Lisa Braeden and Cindy Lanham (Bernie's mother from BH s1e08) are the same person. Inspired by the fact that both are played by Cindy Sampson, who is apparently typecast as "hardworking mother to a young boy who gets caught up in supernatural creature shenanigans." Mostly a Supernatural fic, Being Human knowledge not required. 3,398 words, complete.

Harry Potter / Supernatural:

a full moon abduction (holy crap, the werewolf has an accent) two chapters (one complete), wolfstar, teen and up, slight violence In the summer of 1999, Remus and Sirius take a month of relaxation in the Monongahela National Forest. But their dream vacation quickly turns into a nightmare when John and Dean Winchester capture Remus on a full moon gone wrong— and 16-year-old Sam Winchester is Sirius’s only hope at getting Remus back. 2,875 words, incomplete.

Harry Potter / Being Human (UK) / Buffy the Vampire Slayer:

Lycanthropes Anonymous two chapters, no ships, teen and up, no warnings The morning after a full moon, an Englishman, an American, and a Welshman walk into a pub. They also all happen to be werewolves. Because why have one werewolf when you can have three? Knowledge of at least one series is probably required, but not all three. 2,868 words, complete.

A Consultation one-shot, no ships, teen and up, panic attack When George realized he turned Nina into a werewolf, he shut himself away from his worried flatmates. Luckily, Mitchell knows exactly who to write to in such a scenario. Or, Remus comforts George in the aftermath of BH season 2 episode 1. Sequel to Lycanthropes Anonymous, although there’s no BtVS/Oz in this one. 2,471 words, complete.

Danny Phantom / Tokyo Ghoul:

coffee and milkshakes one-shot, no ships, general, no warnings In which Danny Fenton and Kaneki Ken happen to meet each other in a diner, and although they don't quite know what's happening, they can tell that's something's not right with the other. Awkward conversations are had. Knowledge of either Danny Phantom or Tokyo Ghoul needed, but not necessarily both. 1,839 words, complete.

lab accidents united one-shot, no ships, general, talk of cannibalism Sequel to coffee and milkshakes. Danny and Kaneki manage to get away from the diner, and have a real conversation about who (and what) they are. But then, Kaneki's stomach growls, and Danny gets the feeling that their night isn't over yet. 3,029 words, complete.