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saw an elderly woman walking around with a tote bag whose design were the four AO3 fic category squares and she very excitedly asked if i was a reader or a writer bcs nobody else at the con had recognized it, and after telling her that i've been writing fic since fanfic.net, she solemnly nodded and explained that she'd been reading fic since "the days of personal websites" but that she only started writing fanfic when she was 47 and oh my god when i tell you that i genuinely teared up on the spot!!!!! like!!! HELL YEAH???? LITERALLY NEVER TOO OLD TO START WRITING. NEVER TOO OLD TO WRITE AND SHARE YOUR FIC.

her enthusiastic "i'm a very nice and bubbly person, i swear! but i love writing angst and major character death :)" nearly took me the fuck out.

icon. legend. diva. i wish her nothing but a kajillion million comments and kudos. i hope her fic updates crash AO3. i hope she knows i'm promoting her to my personal patron saint of AO3.

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Go read an old fic.

There's such recency bias in fandom. As an author you post something, get a few reactions, and then it goes off into the bin. As a reader you check the tags, see what's new, and move on. But a lot of old stuff is really good. It's just sitting there, gathering dust, waiting for someone to take a peek.

So go on. Treat yourself.

Read an old fic.

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a feel like the new generation of fanfic readers NEED to understand that clicking on a fic (interaction) does nothing. ao3 has no algorithm. your private discord discussions of fic do not reach the authors. if you do not actively engage with writers they will stop posting. this isn’t social media this is community.

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happy pride month to remus lupin and his gender-ambiguous partner sirius black

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A touch gentler than any promise

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because i've noticed people (especially in the marauders fandom) call more and more long works on ao3 short fics, and because i saw this post of ao3 word count statistics, i was curious what this looks like now and did some statistics myself

specific notes here:

the line graph follows the same pattern as the pie charts. the points are merely set at the maximum word count included, but they represent all the works between the marked wordcount and the previous one (so a marker at 10k means works from 5001-10000 words).

the grey part of the pie chart combines all the works that are novel length and longer. note that between the marauders fandom and all of ao3 that percentage more than doubles

there is most definitely an overlap between wolfstar and jegulus fics, so i would assume that several of the jegulus fics at 500k+ are also included in the wolfstar fics and vice versa. i wanted a marauders overview overall, but since we don't have a certain way to view that, i simply went with the most popular marauders ship to get a rough overview of the fandom

i did a seperate category with works for 0 words because these are usually podfics and fanart, however i realise that even in the 1-100 words category there are a lot of 'placeholder fics' (which, btw, go against ao3 tos). the 0 word marker is missing in the line graph, so imagine there are some more lower points towards the left

the last marker on the line graph just indicates fics longer than 500k, i just set it to an arbitrary number >500k for visualisation

so i think it is in fact noticable that the harry potter fandoms, but especially the marauders one have a tendency for very long works, which also explains why we are not very good at judging when something is a long fic

as a reminder, in traditional publishing, 20-50k words is considered a novella, 50-100k is a novel, 100-200k is an epic, and above that we don't really have a word for it. use this knowledge to be more impressed with your local fic writers and give them a pat on the shoulder and a comment in their inbox to let them know they're incredible for writing fics, both the short ones and ones that are several novels long :)

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Do you think the Jack of all trades and the master of one explored each others bodies

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i used an actual picture of David Thewlis for this akdjksjds

Should make stickers out of this one lol

REMUS LUPIN THE MAN THAT YOU ARE 🙏

@fleur_wayward on IG

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royal knight sirius x sheep farmer remus ✨

The story behind this illustration is royal knight Sirius going on patrol and stumbling upon sheep farmer Remus in a neighboring small village. He feels drawn to him as soon as he lays eyes on the scars that adorn his gentle face.

In this universe I imagined, werewolves do exist, as do witches. I wanted to add some fairytale elements and magic into it. So, because of his condition, Remus lives as a secluded life as possible, the only person close to him is Lily, a witch who helps him through the full moons by brewing potions that let Remus keep control of his mind during transformation.

Sirius on the other hand is the King James' personal knight, and thrives in the opulent palace life. He feels endless loyalty to his king and can't leave his duties behind.

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“I really wanted to apologise for the confusion,” Sirius muttered. He couldn't stop staring at the man and the way his eyes half-closed every time he took another bite of the pastry, only to open again to reveal the two coloured eyes, the dark and the amber. One seemed to reflect hunger. The other sparkled with mischief.

Sirius tried to regain his ability to carry on a civilised conversation: “And I, uh…” Great, now he was stuttering. “I also wanted to know more about what you do?”

"Is that so?" The man looked at him with a questioning look, waiting for him to continue.

Truly, Sirius didn't really want to pursue it. But the man's glaze was open and friendly, and he was waiting patiently for him to explain further, so he sighed and added, “I do have one tattoo I'd rather not have anymore, but I can't remove it.” He looked down at the floor before adding in a whisper, "I hate it."

“I see,” said the man quietly. "That happens a lot, you know. In fact, it's most of my business, helping people deal with the leftover ink of past choices they'd rather not have made.”

“You do? How do you do that? Aren’t these things permanent?” Sirius would be really surprised if a muggle could undo such indelible stains - not to mention magical tattoos. 

“Yeah they are. There are techniques to remove them, but frankly it doesn't work very well. See, what I prefer to propose instead is to make them yours again, by changing them into something you’d choose for yourself again.”

Sirius looked at him, puzzled. “I don’t get it. What do you mean?”

Remus took a sip of his tea before answering. “Say, someone has made the mistake of joining a gang when they were younger. Let's say that person now has a gang tattoo on their arm, but they are out of the gang and don't want to have anything to do with it anymore. Obviously it is hard to make a new start with a constant reminder of the wrong choice you once made, right on your skin.” The tattoo artist paused to take another careful sip from his steaming mug, never taking his eyes off Sirius. 

Sirius felt too much under the man’s scrutiny. He looked down before muttering, almost to himself, “Yes, I can imagine.”

“So what I do is work with that person to find a way to construct something new out of that past that has marked their body. I think it really helps people, not just aesthetically, but much more deeply, to feel empowered again.” He looked at Sirius with fire and fierceness in his eyes. “To know that they are the master of their destiny again. To take their life back into their own hands. To heal. Reconstruct.” He laughed softly, somewhat dismissively. “At least that’s my aim”.

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@tealeavesandtrash this one is all for you ❤️

CONTENT WARNING: cancer, NSFW

The last time Remus bought condoms, he was twenty.

Sirius and he had been sleeping together for a year by then, ever since finally getting their heads out of their arses and having that first big lesson on communication. Tell me you love me, or lose me, Sirius had said then, eyes sharpened with pain. And Remus did. I love you, he said.

That was nineteen years ago.

The condom aisle has changed a lot, but Remus supposes that makes sense. So has he: joints more creaking, face lined with new wrinkles. He had hair then, still. No ugly scar on the right side of his torso.

Looks like a crescent moon, Sirius had said once it healed up enough to be looked at. He pressed a kiss to every inch and started calling Remus variations on the word: moonshine, moon-of-mine, moony. 

The scar wasn’t so ugly after that.

The condom aisle is gaudy. The colours are loud and obnoxious, the boxes all boast of different sex-enhancing capabilities, and Remus is tired already, drained from the hospital visit and the blood tests and the waiting. His oncologist appointment was an hour late. It always is, he’s always left sitting on the almost-uncomfortable waiting room chairs wishing he brought a book or his sudoku puzzles or anything to occupy his time with other than trying to guess what cancers the other people waiting have, and dodging small talk they try to engage him in.

He knows community is important. He’s just not quite ready to be a part of this one.

“Are you sexually active?” Dr Katona had asked once his waiting was done and he’d been weighed and given results of his last PET scan. 

“Make sure you use protection,” she told him like a flashback to teenagehood.

“I’m gay,” he’d said, a bit over sternly, but all his sore spots have been rubbed raw in this office time and time again and he was so tired.

“I know.” She gave him an almost pitying look. “I’ve met your lovely Sirius. The chemo can be passed through seminal fluid, let’s make sure we keep him safe, alright?”

Remus wishes he brought Sirius, both to the doctors and here, to the shop. He’d probably have a kick out of choosing between the flavours and the thicknesses and the ribbed for her pleasure versus feels like real skin. Remus is probably verging on looking like a pervert, with how long he’s been standing here, aimlessly staring down the boxes as if one would jump out and shout me! Choose me! I’ll make it so your husband doesn’t leave you because you have to go back to fucking like scared teenagers. 

He knows Sirius wouldn’t. Won’t. Didn’t. But the fear is still there with every new hurdle and every bit of new good news that the doctors give them, none ever something Remus would consider worthy of the title. It’s always we found it early or it’s treatable or the side effects are minimal. 

Good news used to mean his favourite brand of tea was discounted.

***

They’ve had a lot of lessons on communication since that first one, and one thing Remus has learnt beyond anything else: just say it. Grit your teeth and throw the words out like throwing rocks in the sea, before they have a chance to choke. 

“We have to use condoms,” he throws and watches for the reaction like watching the skipping of a pebble. One, two, three, sink. 

“They’ve approved your chemo?” Sirius, always three steps ahead, always read up and ready, like saying the word doesn’t make it grow on his tongue, unchewable and unswallable.

“Starting Tuesday.”

The best thing about Sirius: he doesn’t say I’m sorry, Remus. That sucks. What he says instead? “So you can still fuck me raw for four more days?”

And Remus, forty years old and bold, chokes on his own spit.

Sirius, incorrigible and shameless, adds: “have to fill me all up, Moony. Make it stick, yeah? Make me yours.”

“You are mine, you daft bastard. No need to prove it,” Remus laughs and thinks I love you. 

“Nothing wrong with a little reminder,” Sirius wraps his arms around Remus’ waist and pulls him in for a kiss that feels better with each year they spend together.

Remus didn’t think anything could beat that first one they shared: tingly spine and want and desperation, but with time it’s grown comfortable and familiar and laced through with love - not replacing the want but layering on top of it. Each cup of tea shared. Each argument resolved. Each day spent waking up and falling asleep together, each IKEA shelf assembled despite the frustration. Cups of tea and winter evenings and summer heats. The first and last words of Remus’ day always belonging to Sirius. 

***

Remus never has been a picture of athleticism, and with the treatment and the surgery and the radiation, his lung capacity has gone from bad to terrible. Usually, that’s a Big Issue. 

Right now, as Sirius says lay down, let me, come on, and eases himself down onto Remus’ cock, he thinks there are silver linings. Watching the way Sirius’ expressions change with each slow inch he makes his body take is almost worth the half-a-lung he had carved out from his chest. The way it feels, familiar and always like coming home, that tight heat wrapping around him, the way Sirius takes a deep steadying breath and forces his body to relax, to accept, to take.

It always takes them both by surprise, just how good it feels when Sirius manages to sit himself fully onto Remus. He needs a moment then, folds himself over and bites onto the delicate skin of Remus’ collarbone. Deep steadying breaths.

This, too, had to be learned. Sirius used to rush through it, ignore the prep and the warnings and push his body beyond its limits. The love you learn, Remus would remind himself each time and show him the new kind, one that didn’t hurt. Kiss him slow and steady and sometimes hold him down. Wait, he’d say, stay still for me. Be good. 

And Sirius would whine I’m not breakable, I can take it.

You don’t have to.

Sirius’ nails on Remus’ scalp are a new sensation. The gesture isn’t: whether Sirius was on top or getting fucked into the mattress, or Remus on his knees with a cock in his throat, Sirius would tug at his hair and use it to ground himself. The hair is gone now, the radiation made do with it quickly, and still, there are Sirius’ fingers: a delicate scrape across the naked skin as he starts to rock his hips slowly, unable to resist the pleasure-pain the first few minutes always bring. 

“You’re going to fill me up, yeah?” He asks into the skin of Remus’ neck, “mark me like I’m yours?”

“There’s no like about it.” Remus smacks Sirius’ arse with a sharp hand, gets a lovely needy whine in return. “You are mine. Whether I can fill you up with cum or not.”

They take their time. It’s mid afternoon and the sun shines lazily through their bedroom window, cracked a little to allow the summer breeze in. Remus puts his arms around Sirius, holding him tight and close, and there’s nothing better in his entire life than this: the way Sirius smells, the way his body feels, the way he places his forehead to Remus’ and kisses him with the same rhythm he rides him.

“I will love you until we’re both old and grey,” Sirius says and pulls Remus’ hand down to wrap it around his own cock. 

It’s almost embarrassing, how fast Remus comes from the feeling of Sirius hard and leaking, from the reminder of the love between them. He loses control over his movements, holds Sirius down to himself and pushes into his body, grinding Sirius’ arse down as if he could somehow fit more of his cock in. Some distant part of his brain, fogged over with the pleasure, makes sure to keep his hand moving, to bring Sirius to an end, to keep him satisfied. 

“So,” Sirius says, grinning, once they’ve both regained their breath and he’d gotten Remus a drink of water. “Condoms? Can I get them? You should see the choice now, it’s nothing like what it was when we were young.”

And Remus thinks:  no matter all others - this, here, this is always his Good News. 

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note:

hi all! I’ve been away dealing with *real life* hence why no stalker Remus updates recently but we’ll be back shortly. In the meantime have this odd little one shot.

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Every time Sirius Black is called handsome in the books

If he hadn’t known it was the same person, he would never have guessed it was Black in this old photograph. His face wasn’t sunken and waxy, but handsome, full of laughter. (Harry Potter and Prisoner of Azkaban)

2. But the dementors don’t affect him, Harry thought, staring into the handsome, laughing face. He doesn’t have to hear my mum screaming if they get too close- (Harry Potter and prisoner of Azkaban)

3. Lupin had pulled out a book and was reading. Sirius stared around at the students milling over the grass, looking rather haughty and bored, but very handsomely so. (Harry Potter and the order of the phoenix)

4. And Harry saw the look of mingled fear and surprise on his godfather’s wasted, once-handsome face as he fell through the ancient doorway and disappeared behind the veil, which fluttered for a moment as though in a high wind and then fell back into place. (Harry Potter and the order of the phoenix)

5. Beside him was Sirius, carelessly handsome, his slightly arrogant face so much younger and happier than Harry had ever seen it alive. (Harry Potter and the deathly hallows) 6. he had the same dark hair and slightly haughty look of his brother, though he was smaller, slighter and rather less handsome than Sirius had been. (Harry Potter and the deathly hallows)

7. Sirius was tall and handsome, and younger by far than Harry had seen him in life. He loped with an easy grace, his hands in his pockets and a grin on his face. (Harry Potter and the deathly hallows)

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give me all your poison by magicbeings

one shot | 8k | e-rated

Summary:

Sirius has a Twitter archenemy. He also has a massive crush on this boy he keeps seeing everywhere. And he has no idea they're the same person.

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Thank you for the rec!! Glad you enjoyed it ❤️

New amazing wip + one shot alert!!

I got the notif that magicbeings had posted a new work and once I read it I remembered the wip I had on my tbr and thought I’d bite the bullet and start to read it finally… thank god I did omg!! And everyone else should too istg

WIP: Someone worth keeping by @magicbeings

Summary:

“Struggling with grief and an overwhelming sense of loneliness, Sirius stumbles upon a radio call-in show, where a widower named Remus Lupin is reluctantly sharing his own story of love and loss. Though they’ve never met, Sirius feels an inexplicable connection to this man’s words and becomes certain that their lives are meant to intertwine.

Or: a Wolfstar Sleepless in Seattle AU.”

- 3 chapters so far but so so good nonetheless

One shot: give me all your poison, also by @magicbeings

Summary:

“Sirius has a Twitter archenemy. He also has a massive crush on this boy he keeps seeing everywhere. And he has no idea they're the same person.”

- I love the fate trope it never fails to make me smile icl

Anyway go read and subscribe to them (or else 👹👹 /j)

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Pssst

Hey, are you an artist or writer with WIPs?

Come here... I got a secret for you pssst come ‘ere

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Domestic wolfstar moments because we need peace in this household