#go read a fic with welsh remus

[sspadfoot]

“Remus is canonically Welsh!”

Well, in my fic he isn’t. Leave me alone please 😭

[faeyells]

Hey so… fuck you jkr

Fuck you for making everyone in your book cis, straight, white, able bodied, English speaking and from England (and if they weren’t they were some kind of stereotype)

This is my personal middle finger to you.

Remus, welsh, trans ftm, gay, disabled, uses a cane, would definitely side with Luigi, definitely only married Tonks cause they both needed someone to support them, fuck you

Sirius, French, definitely got some gender fuckery going on, bi, beats the shit out of nazis/homophobes/transphobes, love of my life, fuck you

Peter, Australian, he doesn’t fucking know or care, he just likes people (sometimes), definitely joins Sirius in his violent conquests, fuck you

James, south Asian, pan, poly, bro just loves fucking everyone, he is incapable of hate (most of the time), would literally only hate you and Voldemort, fuck you

Lily, Scottish, bi, poly, angry as fuck, will whip ur ass for talking badly about any of her friends, she would eviscerate you online, twitter is her playground and she will make you her bitch, fuck you

Marlene, Aussie, lesbian, defo some gender fuckery too, one day she’s all girly pop, next she’s in knee length cargos, crew socks, a wifebeater and uggs, about to whack you over the head with her surfboard, fuck you

Mary, Swahili, bi, trans mtf, my goddess, is just genuinely, kinder, funnier and a better writer than you, omg I just decided Mary keeps these like rlly long diaries just full of stories she’s written, hol up while I write that down, fuck you

Pandora, god knows, she’s just turned up one day, pan, trans mtf (oh I’m not even done yet), speaks in tongues fluently, would defo shit talk you to Sybil, fuck you

Sybill, Czech, bi, ace, trans (she/they) (my knowledge only extends so far on the terms front) would calmly and incredibly gorely tell you how you are going to die, and then watch Barty carry it out, smiling, fuck you

Dorcas, where do we headcanon Dorcas is from? I think she grew up in London but that might just be because I need a token “grew up here” character, would beat you, don’t fight me, fight her, fuck you

Regulus, French, bi, poly, trans ftm, he is babygirl (this is a non gendered term to me) yeah sure he’s fucked up and makes mistakes and shit, he’s remorseful, he makes up for it, but still, he’s babygirl, because if he saw you, Hed spit on your shoes and tell you to turn to love, fuck you

Evan, German, he swears Dora just showed up one day, gay, bored, loml, I cried over him two days ago, he would also beat you up, or maybe just watch Barty do it, fuck you

Barty, English (wow look at that), trans ftm, gay, fucking crazy, I love him, would troll you on twitter, would call you John Rowling and ask how much you like it BITCHHH, fuck you

Is that everyone? It doesn’t feel like everyone. I am missing someone.

OHHHH LOVES OF MY LIFE WAIT

Bellatrix, French, lesbian, crazy bitch, I love her, defo dates Rita, would be a total misandrist except for when guys are useful to her, clung only Molly cause he reminded her of the people she loved (Cissy, Rita, Andy) and would hate you :), loves Peggy by ceechyna, fuck you

Narcissa, french, lesbian, swordfights, reads Sappho, is the fucking best, Queen of lavender marriages, would give you a mildly disgusted look and walk away, we are rather displeased with you

Andromeda, French, straight (whattt???), defo tops tho, don’t know much about her but I’d like to, give me fic recommendations, she seems fucking badass, she would kill you for her little gender fluid baby, fuck you

Rita, English, lesbian (it’s getting funny at this point), trans mtf (I’m shitting myself laughing with all my headcanons written out like this), dyslexic, fight me, that quick quotes quill was there for one reason and one reason only, so she could diss you with the spelling immaculate, fuck you

Alice, German, bi, genuinely a kind person, would get incredibly angry at you if you hurt anyone she likes feeling though, wouldn’t hurt you or anything, just go best red and start crying (tears of anger) while saying mean things about you, then cissy would come over, and then she’d punch you, only if cissy said to though, fuck you

Ted, English (Yorkshire, I just know it), cis het, he does bottom though, fight me, seems genuinely kind, we love to see it, just a nice guy, fuck yeah, still fuck you though

Behold them in all their glory, no particular order or reasons. Just vibes

If I forgot anyone, pls tell me, :))) I don’t want to tag this, it’s gonna be everywhere.

I reached 30 tags so quickly,

Damn

[howlinglore]

Miss Rhiannon’s Home For Peculiar Children: a Marauders Story 🕰️

(An AU heavily inspired by ‘Miss Peregrine’s Home For Peculiar Children’!)

Just a little note beforehand! All characters except Miss Rhiannon (which is my very own version of Miss Peregrine 🤩) belong to J.K Rowling and were not created by me, as well as Lottie, who’s a character that in no way belongs to me. I personally headcanon her as a part of the marauders era characters as of recently, but she has been created, written and developed by @motswolo in the fanfiction ‘The Cadence of Part-Time Poets’ on AO3 exclusively ☺️ I suggest you check it out if you haven’t, it’s easily the best Wolfstar fic of all time (or best Marauders fic in general, it’s THAT good!!!!)

(Also, no pictures or gifs were made by me or belong to me! Only the collages, with pictures taken from Pinterest, probably 😅)

…

Remus Lupin didn’t believe in the stories his father had left behind. But when that last postcard arrived after his death, he had no choice but to follow it — to Bath, 1951.

Setting: Swansea, Wales

Timeframe: Late spring, 1997

Remus Lupin had all but five years of his life with his parents. A faint memory of warmth, spices, soft wool, golden locks of hair, and the tongue twist that was the Welsh language. All of that, until his mother was gone, and his father left him with his aunt and uncle with no explanation to be had — never to return. His presence lingered only in postcards sent with little effort put in that Remus detested receiving, pictures of a world he himself would never see.

No friends. No hobbies. No place to belong — even among the farm of his father’s closest friends, who raised him as their own. Unwanted, unimportant, invisible to all and anyone — ordinary, and boring.

Until the last postcard arrived. Until his father’s death. Until the strange people, the cryptic maps, the faded pictures, and the letters that didn’t make sense. Until Remus ran — fleeing to a place he’d never known, to a “loop” in England, where time itself seemed to be as broken as everything else he knew.

Setting: Bath, England

Date: August 17th, 1951

The loop in Bath meant nothing changing. August 17th, 1951 — forever. The same streets, the same faces, the same air, day after day. Nothing changed. Not the weather. Not the people.

Because in 1951, people started noticing. The oddness of the children’s home, the strange inhabitants, the unnerving presence that made the air thick with whispers. There was something off —too much of one thing, not enough of another. Eyes lingered, questions went unanswered far too often, and people talked. Oh, they talked.

Not only that, but those with a bigger wish for power, for something bigger than themselves — that’s when it came. Came the murder, the stalking, the gouging of eyes and disposing of little bodies which had had no better fate anyways, abandoned by normal families who hadn’t hesitated turning a blind eye.

Miss Rhiannon couldn’t let that happen. Not to her children. Not if she could help it. She waited for the right moment — a perfect, sunny day, a light breeze, a good mood. And then, the loop. August 17th, 1951. Time stopped. The world froze for those who chose to stay, and Bath was theirs — forever so.

Characters (main);

James Fleamont Potter

;”I would love to be ruined if it means I am sacred enough to be kept close.”

{Born: March 27th, 1934}

{Age: 17 (as of August 17th, 1951)}

{Origin: Colombia 🇨🇴}

{Skin Color: Caramel Brown}

{Eye Color: Chocolate Brown}

{Height: 5’11”}

{Peculiarity: 😵‍💫}

{Type; Communicator}

{Abilities; Heart Reading (the ability to see one’s soul and intentions) — Mind Reading (the ability to see one’s thoughts and emotions).}

Sirius Orion Black

;”If there is a light, I’m going to swallow it. If there is a god, I’m going to make him cry.”

{Born: November 3rd, 1933}

{Age: 17 (as of August 17th, 1951)}

{Origin: France 🇫🇷}

{Skin Color: Alabaster}

{Eye Color: Passive Light Grey}

{Height: 5’9”}

{Peculiarity: 🌀}

{Type; Mixed}

{Abilities; Mind Control (the ability to dominate the thoughts and actions of others, forcing them to act against their will) — Abyssal Gaze (the ability to stare into someone’s eyes and show them the “abyss”— a horrifying void that makes one go mad, leaving them in a state of permanent catatonia) — Necromancy (the ability to communicate with, summon, or manipulate the dead — which can also involve raising corpses or spirits to serve the necromancer’s will) — Echo Of Death (the ability to make someone experience the sensation of death repeatedly, forcing them to feel what it’s like to die over and over without actually killing them) — Siren’s Call (the ability to enchant and seduce others through one’s presence, voice, or aura, compelling them to become infatuated or obedient) — Trust’s Mirage (the ability of otherworldly beauty and charm that evokes an immediate sense of trust and admiration — able to make those around them feel inexplicably drawn to comply with their requests, regardless of personal ethics or morals) — Cursed Blood (the ability of lifelong despair, death and suffering by inheritance of the tainted, evil blood).}

{Classification; Lure — a rare type of peculiar with both abilities of ‘Trust’s Mirage’ and ‘Siren’s Call’. This gives one a natural facility to charm and make others trust them, along with the power to hypnotize or influence people at will.}

Peter Charlton Pettigrew

;“Please don’t forget me and all the things we did.”

{Born: December 21st, 1934}

{Age: 16 (as of August 17th, 1951)}

{Origin: England 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿}

{Skin Color: Cool Sand}

{Eye Color: Light Blue}

{Height: 5’6”}

{Peculiarity: 🧬}

{Type; Morphological}

{Abilities; Shapeshifting (the ability to transform into anything) — Invisibility At Will (the ability to go invisible and visible at will).}

Charlotte Elizabeth Pettigrew

;“I love happy me, she’s so pretty.”

{Born: December 21st, 1934}

{Age: 16 (as of August 17th, 1951)}

{Origin: England 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿}

{Skin Color: Cool Sand}

{Eye Color: Light Blue}

{Height: 5’5“}

{Peculiarity: 🧬}

{Type; Morphological}

{Abilities; Transmutation (the ability to change the composition of objects, transforming one material into another) — Extreme Flexibility (the ability to contort and manipulate one’s body in often impossible ways).}

Dorcas Jade Meadowes

;“I was born for something greater than I was — and greater I would become.”

{Born: April 24th, 1934}

{Age: 17 (as of August 17th, 1951)}

{Origin: Mixed (Jamaica/Haiti 🇯🇲🇭🇹) + (England 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿)}

{Skin Color: Cool Espresso}

{Eye Color: Chocolate Brown}

{Height: 5’8“}

{Peculiarity: 🌩️}

{Type; Elemental}

{Abilities; Photokinesis (the ability to control light, shadows and generate light constructs).}

Marlene Arienne McKinnon

;“If you dance, I’ll dance — and if you don’t, I’ll dance anyway.”

{Born: June 3rd, 1934}

{Age: 16 (as of August 17th, 1951)}

{Origin: Mixed (Scotland/England 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿)}

{Skin Color: Warm Porcelain}

{Eye Color: Hazel Brown}

{Height: 5’10“}

{Peculiarity: 🌀}

{Type; Mixed}

{Abilities; Superstrength (the ability of superhuman strength) — Mimicry (the ability to adapt and copy powers or skills of others temporarily).}

Lily Juniper Evans

;“I’m sure there are aspects of my personality buried within me that will surface as soon as I know I am completely loved.”

{Born: January 30th, 1934}

{Age: 17 (as of August 17th, 1951)}

{Origin: Mixed (England/Ireland 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿🇮🇪)}

{Skin Color: Warm Natural}

{Eye Color: Emerald}

{Height: 5’5“}

{Peculiarity: 🌩️}

{Type; Elemental}

{Abilities; Pyrokinesis (the ability to create and control fire).}

Mary Jean Macdonald

;“Happiness is not fulfilling every pleasure or getting every outcome you desire — happiness is being able to enjoy life with a peaceful mind that is not constantly craving more. It is the inner peace that comes with embracing change.”

{Born: September 16th, 1934}

{Age: 16 (as of August 17th, 1951)}

{Origin: Mixed (Egypt/Mali 🇪🇬🇲🇱) + (England/France 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿🇫🇷)}

{Skin Color: Dark Espresso}

{Eye Color: Cognac Brown}

{Height: 5’9“}

{Peculiarity: 😵‍💫/🌀}

{Type; Communicator/Mixed}

{Abilities; Prophetic Dreams (the ability to see the future within dreams) — Petrification (the ability to turn others to stone with one’s eyes) — Sonic Scream (the ability to make others go insane with one’s shrill scream).}

Pandora Love Rosier

;“A woman who is art cannot be replicated. You cannot trace an image of her soul and make it your own — she runs deeper than the eye, she’s a feeling.”

{Born: April 17th, 1933}

{Age: 18 (as of August 17th, 1951)}

{Origin: Mixed (Egypt/Tunisia/Seychelles/Sao Tome and Principe 🇪🇬🇹🇳🇸🇨🇸🇹) + (England/France 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿🇫🇷)}

{Skin Color: Dark Espresso}

{Eye Color: Chocolate}

{Height: 5’8“}

{Peculiarity: 🌀}

{Type; Mixed}

{Abilities; Wish Granter (the ability to grant small, simple wishes) — Nature’s Whispers (the ability to hear the thoughts of nature and communicate with it).}

Evan Xander Rosier

;“I can’t make you understand. I can’t make anyone understand what’s happening inside me. I can’t even explain it to myself.”

{Born: March 8th, 1934}

{Age: 17 (as of August 17th, 1951)}

{Origin: Mixed (Egypt/Tunisia/Seychelles/Sao Tome and Principe 🇪🇬🇹🇳🇸🇨🇸🇹) + (England/France 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿🇫🇷)}

{Skin Color: Dark Espresso}

{Eye Color: Chocolate Brown}

{Height: 6’1“}

{Peculiarity: 🌀}

{Type; Mixed}

{Abilities; Phantom Touch (the ability to create invisible hands that can manipulate objects from a distance) — Eternal Torment (the ability to trap others in a state of perpetual suffering, causing them to relive their worst experiences continuously).}

Barty Crouch Jr.

;“Stop looking at me like that, with pity on your glassy eyes — all I am to you is a tragedy, right? Stop it. Stop fucking looking at me like that. Do you hear me?”

{Born: June 5th, 1935}

{Age: 16 (as of August 17th, 1951)}

{Origin: Mixed (San Marino/Monaco 🇸🇲🇲🇨) + (England 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿)}

{Skin Color: Ivory}

{Eye Color: Hazel Brown}

{Height: 5’10“}

{Peculiarity: 🌀}

{Type; Mixed}

{Abilities; Dreamwalking (the ability to enter and influence the dreams of others) — Reality Warping (the ability to bend the fabric of reality, creating twisted versions of the world or altering perceptions) — Decay Manipulation (the ability to accelerate the aging or decay of organic matter, causing rapid deterioration).}

Regulus Arcturus Black

;“Tell me, which should I ask forgiveness for: what I am, or what I’m not? Which should I regret: what I became, or what I didn’t?”

{Born: June 25th, 1935}

{Age: 16 (as of August 17th, 1951)}

{Origin: France 🇫🇷}

{Skin Color: Alabaster}

{Eye Color: Passive Light Grey}

{Height: 6’0“}

{Peculiarity: 🌀}

{Type; Mixed}

{Abilities; Mind Control (the ability to dominate the thoughts and actions of others, forcing them to act against their will) — Soul Absorption (the ability to absorb the life force or soul of another being, gaining strength or abilities from them) — Corruption Aura (the ability to corrupt anything one touches — turning plants to ash, metal to rust, and infecting people’s minds with madness) — Cursed Blood (the ability of lifelong despair, death and suffering by inheritance of tainted, evil blood).}

Remus John Lupin

;“I feel like neither a child nor an adult. I am a botched, failed creature, combining the worst qualities of each. All the helplessness and dependency of a child, with the cynicism and despair of an adult. My mind is stunted, malformed. My body outgrew me and now I wield it clumsily, hitting others with my overgrown arms as I stumble over my own feet. ‘I’m sorry,’ I say, ‘But I was treated as something less than human and that is what I’ve become.’”

{Born: March 10th, 1980}

{Age: 17 (as of late spring, 1997)}

{Origin: Wales 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿}

{Skin Color: Honey Tanned}

{Eye Color: Amber}

{Height: 6’5“}

{Peculiarity: 🌀}

{Type; Mixed}

{Abilities; Feral Intuition (the ability of possessing heightened instincts and senses, allowing them to sense danger or read the emotions of those around them with acute accuracy) — Aura of Fear (the ability of exuding a presence that instills fear or unease in others) — Pack Bonding (the ability to build mental and emotional connections with other werewolves or pack members, allowing for shared thoughts and emotions — this bond strengthens their abilities when they are together) — Superstrength (the ability of superhuman strength).}

Side Characters coming soon! :))) (As well as my face claims for all characters I’ve added yet!!!!)

[lupinsweater]

omg the new remus fic was so cute! it’s funny cuz i also don’t seem latina unless asked people always clock that im not american but they can never place it!!! i would love to see how that relationship develops. specially since i love the headcanon that remus is welsh so mayb they can bond over strange accents lol!

love ya

-🦉

hi 🦉!! i also love the headcannon that remus is welsh🙂‍↕️ i did end up playing more into the werewolf thing this time, but i want to incorporate the accents more in the future! hope you enjoy this update!

part one

Remus Lupin x Latina!Reader 💌 1.1k words

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You were only a few weeks into school, and you were already cramming for an exam.

The Hogwarts library was practically deserted at this hour- most students had long since abandoned the hush of the library for the warmth of their beds. You’d found a quiet corner near the back of the library, hoping if you stayed quiet enough that Madam Pince wouldn’t notice you were still there. Your copy of Advanced Potion Making was spread open on the table in front of you, an array of notes surrounding the textbook in a clutter.

You sighed, flipping another page and scribbling what you hoped were coherent notes onto the parchment beside you. The ingredients list on the particular potion you were studying was maddeningly long and confusing; the precise movements required and incantations were starting to blur together in your mind. You rubbed your eyes feebly, wishing you’d gotten an earlier start on your studying- this wasn’t the first time Potions had been a struggle for you, and you knew it wouldn’t be the last.

“Still at it, I see?”

The voice startled you, and you looked up to see Remus standing near your table, a bundle of books tucked under his arm and his expression sympathetic.

“Unfortunately,” you replied, your tone only half-joking. “I think Potions is finally going to be the death of me this year.”

Remus chuckled quietly, moving towards the seat across from you and setting his books down. “Want some company? I can’t guarantee I’ll be much help, but I can guarantee that I’ll make sure Madam Pince doesn’t find us back here.”

“Please.” You hadn’t realized how tense you had gotten until he sat down. His presence immediately made you feel more at ease- a sensation like warm Butterbeer settling in your stomach washed over you. Remus fumbled through his bag for a moment before pulling out two Chocolate Frogs. He slid one across the table towards you, and you smiled gratefully as you unwrapped it.

“Thought you could use a pick-me-up,” was all he said, a small smile toying at the corner of his lips. He unwrapped his own, breaking off a small piece and eating it, careful not to get any chocolate on his book as he began reading.

For a while, the two of you studied in companionable silence, heads buried in your books. Every now and then, Remus would quietly correct a detail you were writing in your notes or point out the use of an ingredient, and you found yourself both relieved and oddly impressed by his insight. He never made you feel like you were stupid- the tone he used almost made you feel like he was pointing out things for his own benefit, too, and not to correct you. But as the time ticked on, you could feel your mind drifting somewhere it often did when you were studying. Every word on the page of your textbook felt like it was blurring together, and the frustration of not being able to understand better began to mix with something else- something you had never felt inclined to share before.

You let out a frustrated sigh without realizing, and Remus looked up from his book, his gaze soft and concerned. “You okay?”

You chewed on your lip nervously as you met his gaze, not quite sure how to respond. For once, though, you felt like you wouldn’t be judged for voicing what had been bothering you for a long time. “It’s just…well, I know this sounds silly, but do you ever feel like you don’t belong here?”

Remus closed his book, and seeing you had his full attention made you feel both at ease and more nervous at the same time. “What do you mean?” He said, looking at you with genuine curiosity.

“I don’t know,” you responded, suddenly unable to look him in the eyes. “Like…like you don’t quite fit. Not because of anything you’ve done, but because of who you are.”

Remus’ eyes softened with sudden understanding. “Yes,” he said, which surprised you enough that you looked up at him again. “I know exactly what you mean. It can be hard. There are things I don’t talk about, things I feel like I have to keep hidden because…well, I guess I worry that people would treat me differently if they knew. There’s this pressure to act like I don’t struggle with anything.” He paused, then added softly, “It’s exhausting.”

You nodded in understanding, the words spilling from your lips before you could think about it too much. “I know I push myself harder than I should. Sometimes…it just feels like I have to. Like if I don’t, people will assume things.” You trailed off for a moment before continuing in a softer voice, “I feel like I’m always being watched. I know people notice that I’m different- my accent, the way I speak to my family in Spanish, the way I pronounce things sometimes…It’s like no matter how hard I try, I stick out like a sore thumb.”

Remus nodded, looking down at his hands, as though he was debating saying something. “I know how it feels to be different. It seems easier just to hide those parts of yourself,” he started slowly. He looked back up at you with a small, sincere smile. “But I think the things that make you different, and the things that make you stand out- they’re what make you remarkable. Anyone who doesn’t see that is missing out.”

That Butterbeer warmth spread through your chest at his words, and you looked down at your book, suddenly shy. A smile tugged at your lips. “Thanks, Remus.”

“I mean it,” he said earnestly. “You shouldn’t have to prove anything to anyone. If they can’t see how much you belong here, that’s on them.” As your smile grew, he added, “And, for the record, I happen to think your accent makes you sound way smarter than the rest of us.”

You laughed, kicking at his foot under the table. “Right. Tell that to Professor Slughorn next time he has a hard time understanding me.” Remus laughed, too, his eyes twinkling in the candlelight.

“I think he just needs to work on his English,” Remus said, making you smile somehow wider. He smiled back, and you felt your cheeks flush as his gaze lingered on you before he opened his book again. You watched him from the corner of your eye as you returned to yours, too, the Potions exam somehow seeming less daunting than it ever had before.

[blueironywrites]

Title: First Impressions

Rating: PG

Prompt: Jockey from @wolfstarmicrofic

Word count: 298

Summary: Sirius makes a new best friend when visiting Remus’s parents for the first time.

I am writing a fic for each of the prompts this month. You can read all of them here.

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Sirius placed a hand on Hope’s arm and she stopped turning the page of the photo album. Eyes wide with glee, Sirius brought the album closer to him and gasped. “Who is this?” he asked.

Hope laughed. “That’s Remus,” she said.

Sirius rolled his eyes. “No, I know that’s Remus, but he’s tiny,” he said, in disbelief. “How did this,” he said, pointing to the photograph of a young Remus standing at the top of a playground slide, “Turn into that?” he asked, pointing across the room to where his six-foot-four bronze-medallist boyfriend was talking to his father, his long limbs comically sprawled all around him.

When Hope had asked if Sirius wanted to see childhood photos of Remus, Sirius had hastily said yes while ignoring Remus’s pleas for his mother to stop. After seeing the excitement on Sirius’s face, he had sighed and sat next to Lyall, a slightly pained look on his face as he watched Hope bring out no less than six albums from the cupboard.

“Want to hear a secret?” Hope asked, her eyes gleaming, gesturing for Sirius to come closer. “He wanted to be a jockey, but poor thing grew too tall by the time he was fourteen, which is why he switched to basketball,” she said.

“Oh, please tell me there are photos of him on a horse,” Sirius begged. His mind filled with visions of a tiny Remus riding a horse over the Welsh countryside and he was hoping to makes copies of photos if they existed for their new home.

Hope’s eyes gleamed. “There’s almost a whole album. I’ll go get it,” she said.

Sirius laughed out loud.  “Oh, Hope,” he said, kissing her cheek, “I think you and I are going to be the very best of friends.”

[euripidestrousers]

Do you have any underrated wolfstar fics that you would recommend?

Weehee this gives me another chance to talk about Merry Men, one of my favourite wolfstar fics! These are not in order tho

(FYI - some of these are WIPs but I am a 100% believer in reading WIPs, yeah sometimes you have to wait for a chapter but that's part of the joy, screaming at the author all your love and encouragement.)

Merry Men - @copper-dust

It's gorgeously written, I mean every second sentence is poetry, and several I've had to put it down just to think about the masterpiece of a paragraph I've just read. Military AU, with a brutally honest view of the Vietnam war - we've got soft wolfstar amidst gunfire and grief, and sweet new cadet James, and all the incredibly 4D minor characters you could ask for. Deserves so so much more kudos and attention, it's currently <50 kudos and it's absolutely criminal.

When A Star Fell To Earth - EmRoseJori

Sci-fi AU. This was an absolute blast beginning to end. This is like watching a thrilling space-fi movie but with Wolfstar. And Remus is Welsh!!! It pretty much all takes place on earth, but in a futuristic post-apocalyptic setting. 430 kudos isn't minor but I think it deserves a hell of a lot more.

Made of Magic - lurikko

Short and sweet. Somehow combines cute and unnerving, menacing haunting vibes. Remus is hired to essentially exorcise Mr Black's house and there's something strange about the magic in the house. It's spooky and charming - recommend with a blanket and a tea on an overcast day.

The Space Between - @emeryhall

This fic made me laugh and cry (I finished a tissue box). It's a get-together fic where Remus follows Sirius through the veil. So so fresh and creative.

We Of Dust & Shadow - @eurhythmix

A stars crossed, soul mate adjacent AU. Difficult to describe without spoiling the fun, but it was thrilling and emotional and beautiful beginning to end. If you liked the themes of The Fall (minus the rom com), I think you'll like this short fic.

Not Like it Used To Be, But Just As Good @starrysummer-nights

Oh my God, this fic. The ultimate soft porn with feelings. So many feelings and emotions and LOVE between older wolfstar. And the smut is fucking hot, you'll need a fan.

There are many many more in my tbr list, but I spend all my time writing and have neglected the list!

Ty for the ask, please give something from this list a go ☺️☺️

[marigold-hills]

Thanks for the tag @magicbeings & @veganbutterchicken and @tealeavesandtrash ❤️

total works: 21

total word count: 168,697

your top 5 stories by kudos/likes?

I’m starving, darling

Open Thoughts

Dunes and Waters

The Lives We Lost

June: or how Sirius finally figured himself out

do you respond to comments? As much as I can, but I get a bit overwhelmed with nice messages and then feel silly just telling people *thank you* and don’t know how to make it personal. But I love them all so much and read them when I’m feeling bad about writing :)

what's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending? They all have happy endings but Never Before Like This has murder… so probably that one

what's the fic you've written with the happiest ending? Probably June! It has a marriage ceremony :)

do you write crossovers? Kind of, I’ve written Wolfstar in other universes - howls moving castle and stardew valley - but there is no crossover with characters

have you ever received hate on a fic? nope

do you write smut? I do :):)

have you ever had a fic stolen? Highly doubt it!

have you ever had a fic translated? No, but how cool would that be

have you ever co-written a fic before? No, I’d feel too guilty imposing the goings on of my head on another person

what's a wip that you want to finish but don't think you ever will? So so many. At the moment mostly either my Remus as a statue AU or the Stardew Valley one (come talk to me about either maybe it’ll get things going)

what are your writing strengths? I think descriptions? I like doing descriptions.

what are your writing weaknesses? Dialogue tags 😂 I have to go back over all the dialogue and add them in because I alway forget it.

what are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic? Love it. French for the Black brothers, Welsh for Remus, Latin for everyone (because they should speak Latin!!) I mean Dunes has dirty talk in ancient Egyptian.

what's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to? Hobbit/LOTR. There are some dynamics there that I would love to explore but I’m currently hyper fixated here so that probably won’t happen any time soon.

what's your favourite fic you've written? Probably If the Fates Allow. It’s a very short Wolfstar-in-space thing and it wasn’t as involved as Dunes or June, for example, but there is something about it I really like

no pressure tags: @euripidestrousers @quiethauntings @goldenprophetwrites @diamondmeadow

[seriousbrat]

what would the marauders' (+ lily and snape's) tastes in literature and poetry be like? i like to think remus would be a kafka guy and i see lily as a big fan of sylvia plath and the romantic movement, but i'm curious about your take

Ahh I love this question soo much and I've been thinking about it a lot! Thank you for asking ❤️

James

sorry to say but this is a Kerouac bitch. this is a bitch who likes 'boy fiction' like On the Road and Catcher in the Rye. I also think James would like epic fantasy like Lord of the Rings, and science fiction like Dune.

Also, I'm just going to go with Muggle (aka real. lol) literature for this BUT I also want to say that I have invented a wizarding poet that Fleamont is really into for my fic, (this is just an excuse to write/include poetry lol) and James would like that too, having grown up with it. ALSO in my mind James would read poems about Quidditch lol

As for poetry, I think he'd like Beat poetry. But also TS Eliot and Dylan Thomas, similar to Remus, and Yeats, like Lily. An Irish Airman Forsees His Death is perhaps my favourite poem of all time and I think it would REALLY resonate with James. Especially since 'a lonely impulse of delight' would also drive him to 'this tumult in the clouds.' wahhh i love that poem

Sirius

I think Sirius would skew a little darker than James. Honestly as much as he'd hate this he might have a bit in common literature-wise with Snape lol, so I'm giving him Camus, The Stranger, and Sartre, Nausea.

as for poetry, Ginsberg's Howl would appeal to him. and William Burroughs. Like James, Beat poetry in general, though I feel he wouldn't be as into Kerouac as James.

A lot of this kind of stuff doesn't appeal to me as much (Kerouac is my fav Beat unfortunately) but I think generally Sirius would like fairly gritty realistic dark stuff. So the obligatory Bukowski is going here. Also perhaps Ted Hughes. Maybe stuff with a political/social commentary.

Peter

honestly I can't see Peter reading a lot lol but if he did, it'd be fairly easy and exciting things, maybe fantasy/scifi like James. I can see him liking The Hobbit. Also maybe crime novels or thrillers? Like kind of bad, easy to read ones haha.

Also comic books, i know nothing about that personally though. Super heroes?? lol idk

No poetry lmao, he wouldn't get it. Maybe he'd like humourous stuff. Limericks lol. An epicure dining at crewe / found a traitorous rat in his stew, etc

Remus

I agree about Kafka!

I just want to give someone this because it's one of my favourite novels ever, so I'm giving Remus Le Grand Meaulnes by Henri Alain-Fournier. (I think it's been translated as The Lost Estate in English but I prefer the original title.)

Hmm I think he might be a Hemingway?? Also Raymond Carver (who is one of my fav authors) anyway I think the minimalist, understated style of both would appeal to him.

I also think he'd like a good coming-of-age story when younger so, the aforementioned Meaulnes (honestly i rly just love that book) but also Joyce's Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man, and, like James, Catcher in the Rye.

And then when older it would be more minimalist stuff. I just think he'd be a Hemingway! Also maybe Steinbeck and Capote. I really dont know why I'm always giving Remus such American taste in things. In my mind he has great taste though haha.

For poetry I'm giving him Dylan Thomas (see? Welsh) and T.S. Eliot, W.H. Auden.

Lily

absolutely Sylvia Plath! I had her reading The Bell Jar in my fic.

but also other poets, particularly female poets. Anne Sexton, Emily Dickinson, Mary Oliver, Edna St Vincent Millay.

Yeats too, she'd absolutely love Yeats. Like I said my fav is An Irish Airman... but Lily would LOVE and be so enraptured by The Stolen Child (as am I)

as for fiction, she'd love The Mill on the Floss (as well as other things by George Eliot,) the Brontë sisters. God would she love Wuthering Heights (both the book and the Kate Bush song.) I think she'd like Little Women too and really identify with Jo (as do we all,) and also Virginia Woolf. I'll give her Oscar Wilde and Poe too.

Also I want someone to be a Wodehouse fan and that's going to be Lily.

as a kid I think her favourite books would have been The Secret Garden and Watership Down. And Alice in Wonderland. She probably grew up with Beatrix Potter and Edward Lear too. This is essentially just my own taste/what I grew up with btw lol

Snape

I think he'd like Kafka too. also, like Sirius, Camus's The Stranger and Sartre's Nausea lol. he'd be pretentious and dark, basically.

I also think he'd read the most nonfiction, specifically philosophy, specifically nihilism lol so the aforementioned Camus and Sartre, Kierkegaard, and NIETZSCHE. god.

He might like horror. Lovecraft, Bram Stoker's Dracula, Jekyll and Hyde. I'm not really a horror fan myself but I think Snape would be.

fun fact but hpwiki lists 'poetry' as one of Snape's skills and I believe that. Anyway, similarly he'd enjoy moody man poetry. But also be more romantic and more classical than Sirius.

I'm giving him Richard Lovelace, I think he'd relate to the romantic aspect of To Althea, From Prison (which is so beautiful) but also the tragedy haha.

As you might be able to tell this is heavily based on what I like and therefore what I could think of off the top of my head. I feel like if you combine Lily's taste with Remus's and then add a bit of the darker Sev side of things, that's just what I like lmao.

So I'm sure there's obvious stuff I'm missing for someone, pls feel free to suggest things!

Edit wait, since I mentioned Dylan Thomas I wanted to share this Welsh translation of his famous poem Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night, sung by Welsh group Brigyn! It's a bit folksy haha but such a beautiful version:

[moonytoast-x]

my lovely collection of fanfic recs summarized by yours truly <3

✨all the young dudes✨: canon, complete work https://archiveofourown.org/works/10057010/chapters/22409387

dress up in you: muggle au, remus is a hot bassist and sirius is so gay for him, complete work https://archiveofourown.org/works/13990401/chapters/32213229

atyd sirius pov: self explanatory (complete work) https://archiveofourown.org/works/34577035

text talk: muggle au, text fic, remus has chronic illness and sirius texted the wrong number, complete work https://archiveofourown.org/works/1651109/chapters/3501239

you wouldn't like me: muggle au, trans sirius, wolfstar, set in like 2005, very vibes, complete work https://archiveofourown.org/works/45502642/chapters/11449071

blends: coffee shop au wolfstar <3 (complete work) https://archiveofourown.org/works/7869079/chapters/17970910

on another ocean: wolfstar goes on a trip across europe together and has incredible sexual tension, complete work https://archiveofourown.org/works/39128118/chapters/117226243#workskin

choices: jegulus/jegulily, mostly canon compliant, takes place during hogwarts years all through the war (REALLY FUCKING SAD WATCH OUT), complete work https://archiveofourown.org/works/30170643/chapters/74332617

tigerlily and wolfsbane: lily pov of hogwarts years https://archiveofourown.org/works/33079969/chapters/82118059

wading in waist high waters: gbbo au wolfstar, sexual tension, sirius used to be in a boyband, remus is a welsh nerd (I love him), complete work https://archiveofourown.org/works/36896740/chapters/92052442

dear your holiness: remus is a priest and a bassist and sirius is incredibly gay and also confused, complete work https://archiveofourown.org/works/35105491/chapters/87450694

the hand that feeds: canon compliant dorlene (be prepared to sob), complete work, theres also a part two that focuses on emmeline vance and mary https://archiveofourown.org/works/38287942/chapters/95669569

nothing fades like the light: zombie cowboy jegulus, shortish, so sAD, has some black brother feels </3 (complete work) https://archiveofourown.org/works/43550415/chapters/109497873

bury our secrets shallow: marauders+slythershits muggle small town au with black brothers sorting their shit out, also wolfstar and jegulus I think (complete work) https://archiveofourown.org/works/49550836/chapters/128345881#workskin

bird set free: wolfstar figure skating and all the sexual tension (major second hand embarrassment but it's kinda funny the second time you read it), complete work https://archiveofourown.org/works/44271820/chapters/112378375#workskin

like real people do: muggle au where remus has epilepsy and works at a coffee shop, and sirius is raising harry bc jily still died (😭😭😭) and they fall in love, complete work https://archiveofourown.org/works/44399764/chapters/111670651

crimson rivers: hunger games au, really long, really fucking angsty, SO GOOD, complete work https://href.li/?https://archiveofourown.org/works/39760044

we can take it out back if you promise to give me a kiss after you take me down: rosekiller muggle au, wip, they're dramatic little shits and theyre going thru it https://archiveofourown.org/works/50777170/chapters/128269429

just lovers: no war au with starchaser and marylily and rosekiller and wolfstar and general happiness and wholesomeness, complete work https://archiveofourown.org/works/38344720

intermission: cute rosekiller side plot from just lovers (your honor I love them), complete work https://archiveofourown.org/works/39437451/chapters/98704770#workskin

I'm not gonna teach him how to dance with you: rosekiller trying to stop barty from getting into an arranged marriage, in canon-without-the-war, lots of slythershit shenanigans, complete work https://archiveofourown.org/works/41378289/chapters/103762113

annoying: rosekiller wrong number text fic (like text talk but even funnier and less wolfstar), complete work https://archiveofourown.org/works/44115820/chapters/121605580#workskin

kill your darlings: college hockey au, jegulus and wolfstar and marylily and barty x evan x cerci, very angsty most times, truly amazing, complete work https://archiveofourown.org/works/40038048/chapters/100269270

[saturnsconstellation]

Why do I really fw the idea of James and Remus being childhood bestfriends? Like okay, sure, I LOVE Sirius’s and James’s relationship but what if we have that same dynamic to him and Remus?

They could have met once after both their fathers met in their Hogwarts years and became close friends even after school ended, and they parted ways. Every year, Fleamont would call Lyall and his wife and son for Christmas, and every year they would go. Remus’s birthday is not so far from James’s, so they get along really well.

James, overly optimistic and hyperactive; A bold and confident kid with bright brown eyes and golden skin who made the world light up when he smiled and Remus, shy and sweet; willing to do whatever James wanted because he was his only friend. Who got super excited when James would hear him rant none-stop about things he was passionate about. They were attached to the hip.

I headcanon Remus went to a muggle school to fill in his years before Hogwarts and would beg his father to let him go to the Potters because ‘Dad, I need to tell James what I learned today! I promised him I’d teach him math :(‘ (yes, the wizards world teaches mathematics, but only to a certain extent because it’s considered a minor thing and they want to teach the children magic more than anything. The source? Uhhh, carrying on-)

Remus would be embarrassed of his Welsh accent and try very hard to hide it around James, and James would smile at him and tell him he loved his accent (he doesn’t understand a word, but will continue to smile and nod). James would try so very hard to get him to like Quidditch; ultimately giving up after Remus asks “what’s a snitch for, anyway?”

Remus would get jealous after Marlene and Peter came over for the first time after he and James had been already friends for 3 years because of course James would want friends that don’t talk about random things and struggle to read books or social cues (Neurodivergent + Dyslexic Remus you are my favorite) and of course he would want friends that like Quidditch as much as him. But every time Remus gets a little too quiet or just retreats to the back of the room, James goes up to him and stays with him until he says what the problem is.

James was the first to know about Remus’s “issue” (insert dominant alpha male) and would swear on his own life that he would never, ever, ever use it against him in ANY hypotheses (INSERT BLACK HAIRED BOY), and would never stop being his friend because of it. James was also the first person who Remus came out to + admitted being in love with Sirius.

Remus was sure that was the end of their friendship and that James would never look at him the same again (James and Sirius are already friends, but of course Remus is still his n1), but instead James gives him the tightest hug and says that ‘if nothing changed when you said you were a werewolf, nothing will change if you like blokes.’ And he meant it.

Remus who was chosen to be the godfather of his son (again, another hc), Remus who never got over his best friends death. Remus who got a tattoo of a stag on his forearm.

I made their relationship even more devastating. I need a Fic like this thought, let me know if I should write it xx

[b1ackcatchatsback]

last ask

About One of your French boys and The Courtly Love please 😅

OOOOOh, I'm so glad you asked.

***

French Boys (name TBC) is going to be a modern magical AU where Remus is a and writer and activist for the usual suspects in the magical world (elves, werewolves, Muggle-Borns etc), and Sirius is a portrait artist who's been commissioned to paint him for a lifetime achievement award. Remus is obv a werewolf but isn't out and Sirius is gonna figure it out.

It's going to be an age gap fic (about 10-15 years) and very atmospheric: broody and heady and romantic and sexy

Have a snippet:

If someone paid too much attention to Remus’s daily routine and habits, they could probably be forgiven for thinking he was compulsive in some way, shape or form.

He started his day the same way each day; with a cup of ginger tea and an hour of reading in bed. After that he poured himself granola and yogurt and ate it while writing out his plan for the day, bullet style. After that he’d check the weather, don a coat or a rain mack, and go for a walk through the Welsh County lanes into town to find a basket full of produce. He got the same ratio everyday: two pieces of fruit and three vegetables to be consumed that day, and then back to his sunny little cottage to make his cup of writing coffee.

After that, he would sit down and write. He worked in 50-minute intervals with 10-minute breaks for chocolate or a biscuit or a bowl of chopped fruit, until it was time for a late lunch – usually some attempt at a salad or a soup or a sheet pan of grilled chicken and veggies.

In the late afternoon, Remus ran errands. He flooed to Diagon Alley to get quill refills and journals or drove to a supermarket to stock up on basics or met Dorcas for coffee. He made a point of going out once a day with the express purpose of seeing other people, knowing how easy it was for him to lean into his hermit tendencies.

When he got home again, Remus would write some more. Every night he promised he’d finish by 1, but every time, he’d finally peel himself off his chair between midnight and 3am, falling into bed and do it all again the next day.

His life was reliably routine. He had it honed to a fine art. He got exercise, ate when he needed to, and got the mandatory social interaction that was supposed to keep him sane, and he was happy with it all. Or rather, he was comfortable. He knew what to expect and he rarely did anything out of his comfort zone. He didn’t like anyone looking too closely to his life; there was too much opportunity for someone to point out how monotonous it had all become. Too much room for someone to poke holes in his routine and look through the cracks of his loneliness and realise he was mostly keeping himself busy.

Which is why the letter in the tray on the corner of his desk alarmed him so much. He had thought he’d got out of it. He had thought he’d bought himself more time...

***

The Courtly Love AU will be a DND fic.

I want the narrative to have two layers; in game and out, with Wolfstar as the central pairing in an enemie to lover's arc. This one excites me because I sort of see the game as a way for them to peel each other's layers back and get to know each other as well as to express their devotion to each other. Remus is gonna be disabled in this fic and Sirius is gonna be a bit of a chaos demon. lol.

I've started writing the French Boys fic but not the Courtly love fic because I want to direct my solid attention to it :)

Thanks again! x

[practicecourts]

Thank you @wearingaberetinparis, @mppmaraudergirl, @abihastastybeans, @annabtg, @missgryffin, @nodirectionhome-ao3, @eastwindmlk, @jamesunderwater, @glitterwitch1 @uncertainwallflower for tagging me. I want to read all of those wips of yours (and I wish you all the time to write for those!)

The Book Marauder (title might change- not posted)

Silent Night next chapter

Thoroughbreds don't cry (side snippets here and here )

.... Helena & her misfits > a crazy dark tale of Helena Ravenclaw and her bad choice in men.

TBM: I'm excited to get to the part where Lily has a big confrontation with James as well as ***** (redacted for reasons) and the stakes for each of them will finally be clear (which is not going to help anyone... but still) I know this is ridiculously vague but it is what it is.

Silent Night. I want something to happen, and I'm not sure how to fit it- and it is sad - so I'm stalling. (again I apologise for being vague)

TDC: I want to write the confrontations these two are going to have. I'm still undecided on some of the bigger directions this fic will have to go. I'm looking forward to Lily showing up on the Peverell training facility to find Remus gone and James (who is by that time a guy she slept with when she didn't know who he was) washing one of the horses. His shirt will be wet. see through. but she's a professional and only there to look at a lame horse's tendons... so what could possibly go wrong.

Helena... I am toying with the idea or Riddle flirting Helena's socks off so he can get his hands on the tiara. After a millenium has passed, she'd hoped men would have improved.

I think everybody has already been tagged so consider this an open tag for anyone who wants to do this... but if you haven’t and you want to;) @blitheringmcgonagall

@nought-shall-go-ill @velvethopewrites

@welsh-green @mabelexclamationpoint @maraudersftw @siriuslychessi

@turanga4, @celestemagnoliathewriter @bellairestrella @downn-in-flames

[h0neylvst]

Guys what accents are we giving the marauders and the skittles etc?

I feel like I go though 80 accents when reading fics I’m wondering if there’s a common consensus (other than welsh Remus 😌)

[eyra]

just wanted to let you know that a brief history of dragons literally changed the course of my life. i read it in my sophomore year of high school and now two years later im going to wales for uni to study celtic studies. something abt the book remus was writing reminded me of my love for arthurian literature and welsh folklore…so crazy to think that if not for your fic i’d probably be going to city college studying something boring that im not passionate abt. anyways im a huge fan of your work!! (esp hollow places and beneath a big blue sky)

-meg

hi! I'm so sorry it's taken me so long to respond to this but wow, what an amazing message to receive. how exciting for you to be setting off on such a cool new journey! the fact that my story might've played a part in you following your passions like that is really special honestly, so thank you for telling me - I'm so bad for shying away from the things I really want to do because leaps of faith terrify me and I get in my own way and never leave my comfort zone, so I'm going to take your message as a sign that I need to be getting on with things too and choosing the paths that lead to things that I'm genuinely passionate about. so thank you!

I hope you have the absolute best time studying in Wales - that course sounds incredible.

thank you again 💚 x

[wolfstarhaven]

NATURE THEMED RECS🌿

Summer’s here, but I’m poor and stuck in the city. So, I wanna rec some fics that make me feel….nature-y. You know what I mean, now let’s go!

Beneath a Big Blue Sky, by eyra (69k)

Sirius and James accidentally find themselves on a Yorkshire farm during lambing season. The farmer’s son thinks that’s a bit annoying, actually.

Eyra needs to be put first on this list, cause they’re most definitely the king of the nature-vibe. Always beautiful descriptions of nature, always. Go read everything they’ve written! You will fall in love with Yorkshire, trust me.

the private kind of purple, by greenscape (6k)

Post-grad summer. They are reaching for things they cannot name.

Or, it's four days out of Hogwarts and Sirius and Remus go wild camping in Scotland.

Beautifully written and slightly angsty—a perfect read for a rainy summer’s day!

How Fragile We Are, Between the Few Good Moments, by emergencymanagement (24k)

By the time it’s dark, there’s a fire crackling before them. The tent is set up. There are two chairs propped up by the fire. They have cooked and eaten dinner, and they are sitting in silence. It reminds Sirius of the dinners at home after he got sorted into Gryffindor, or after his mother found the letters from his friends, or lately, whenever he dares to show his face around the house at all. What lives in that space isn’t actually silence. Silence is absence. This thing that hangs between him and his mother, now between him and Remus, is the presence of something suffocating and cutting. It doesn’t serve as a placeholder for noise, it serves as a punishment. It cleaves him to the bone, flays him until he wants to cry. The soft, knotting feeling in his chest he feels when he wants to let tears out but can’t is rising in him. Sirius doesn’t know how to kill it except to hiss, “Well if you’re mad at me just fucking say so.”

Oh I love this so much!! It’s post-The Prank, and it’s done beautifully. It’s angsty, Remus is angry and the first war is coming ever closer. Also, it’s wonderfully written, making the Welsh nature feel almost dreamlike. It’s beautiful!

Highland Fling [+podfic], by picascribit (38k)

2004: The summer before college, Sirius goes backpacking through Scotland in order to escape his family's expectations. In a small village in the Highlands, an unexpected flirtation turns his whole world upside down. Alternately, the story of how Scotland loves Remus and wants him to be happy.

I read this a loooong time ago, but I still remember how this fic made me wanna visit the Scottish highlands. I also remember that this was a bit too smutty for me back then….perhaps it’s time for a reread.

Harmonicas, Hinky-punks, and Heather, by mblematic (24k)

Sirius and Remus get stranded in Scotland on Order business, and decide to walk to Hogwarts. Featuring the Brontës, a harmonica, a shrinking tent, and some self-discovery.

Once again: camping in Scotland, but this time with absolutely no angst! This fic is sweet and funny through and through!

Out There, by halictus (21k)

Sirius has to go backpacking to fulfill a college graduation requirement. He is comfortable in his own skin, he has friends, he has passions. But he's still learning how to fit himself into loosely-defined spaces. Remus is a graduate student leading the trip. He loves nature, and backpacking, and being outside, and smiling, and having lots of energy. They both have some learning to do—not necessarily tactfully.

Here you have some hiking, but on the other side of the Atlantic! Camping, skinny dipping and thunderstorms—and some strangers to lovers!

The Predatory Wasp, by munacy (23k)

Remus continues, “Alright then...of the survivors...I would marry Wormy.” Peter lets out an elated squeal. “I know for a fact that he can cook really well, he’s quite easygoing, and he’d make a wonderful little spoon for cuddling,” Remus winks cheekily at him. “Recipe for domestic bliss.”

“Aw, Moony, you’re lovely, aren’t you?” says Peter as Sirius mimes throwing up. Remus smiles, then blurts: “And lastly, well, I really want to shag Sirius, for obvious reasons.”

Everyone freezes.

What, Remus thinks faintly, in the ever-loving fuck?

This is so funny, and the nature-vibe immaculate! Features: camping, gay panic, James being lovely, and quite a lot of Walt Whitman poetry.

Go East [+Podfic], by xinasvoice (84k)

Remus has been running for a long time. Eventually, he runs into a strange castle built by a wizard and his young apprentice. The longer he stays, the more secrets he uncovers...and the less he wants to leave.

This is a novel-length adventure story that loosely follows the plot of Howl's Moving Castle. It does not require knowledge of the HMC book or movie to enjoy it.

This features nature of the more magical kind, but oh my does it do it well. The magical world building in this is INCREDIBLE! And the plot??? Amazing! Even if you’ve seen Howl’s Moving Castle, you’ll be surprised. The story is just amazing. Also, if you haven’t already, you really should listen to the Podfic—it’s really really good quality!

Do you have any nature-y fics that I’ve missed? Please rec them to me!!

xx Elliot

[hxlda-hxlda]

WHAT DO YOU MEAN A 400K FIC ?

WHTA- WHAT DO YOU MEAN 😭

girl 'that's the idea' gets more out of hand by the day. i swear on sirius black's life (ignore his death) that this fic started out with a 50k end goal. but then i started planning more, and i went 'oh ok maybe 150k'. and then i kept planning and writing, and i went 'oh ok maybe 200k', 'oh ok maybe 300k', and now i have a doc that's at 110k, and i'm not even CLOSE.

based on how i want to pace this thing, and all that i have planned, 400k is looking about right. maybe more. by god it never ends. everyone ignore the lurking sequel i have in the back of my mind as well.

someone comment on this post when i hit like 700k or something stupid. i probably would. someone stop me, i beg.

anyway!! in my other ask i talked a bit more abt the whole fic here, so here have an excerpt from an upcoming chapter!!! one of my favs ever!!! here you go:

“I didn’t know you were a Bowie fan.” 

Sirius snapped his head to the left, tearing his mind from the melodramatic crescendo that was screeching from the spinning disk and toward the direction of that familiar Welsh lilt. Sirius did not understand why he was surprised, Lupin was the one Sirius followed into the dingy little shop in the first place. And yet, when his eyes met with those currently assessing him with something akin to amusement—scarred eyebrow raised and all—something in him jolted. 

“What?” Even Sirius could admit it was not the best of his comebacks, but he could hardly remember Lupin’s comment after the surprise of him actually being there so you can cut him some slack. 

“Didn’t take you as a Bowie fan.” 

Sirius blinked; once, twice. “Who?” 

“David Bowie?” The amusement on Lupin’s scarred features expanded into something of a sly smile. He tucked his hands into his muggle jeans, which appear to be a size too large (quite the feat for such a tall fucking freak), and had a hole in one of the knees. Lupin nodded at the magazine Sirius was suddenly aware remained in his hands. “Him.” 

Sirius glanced down, holding up the cover enough to read, printed in vibrant red, indeed; ‘DAVID BOWIE’. The man between the lettering—Bowie, presumably—peered from between his fingers in an almost predatory gaze. For a picture that, strangely, did not move, those eyes seemed to find more of Sirius than the normal pair might. He did not like it. 

Sirius looked back up at Lupin. “Oh, I’m not.” 

“Yes, I’ve gathered that now.” Remus was looking at him like Sirius was the stupid one. Like it was something amusing. “He’s very popular with muggles, y’know.” 

The song had changed. This one was slower, but it had the same nasally rasp of the voice to it. Judging by the cover set beside the record player—the one with the strange makeup and hair and eyes, those same damn eyes—this was David Bowie singing. 

“Sounds shit, makes sense it would appeal to mudbloods.” 

Remus hummed a noncommittal response, that small smile still playing on his scarred lips as he regarded Sirius in the not-quite-but-definitely-somewhat uncomfortable lull in the conversation. The song filled the silence. 

One day, though it might as well be someday 

You and I will rise up all the way 

All because of what you are 

The prettiest star

“What are you doing here, Sirius?” 

Sirius was just wondering the same thing himself. Why exactly had he wanted to come in here? Staring vacantly at Lupin while some muggle lunatic raved on, was not the answer, actually. He did not say that. 

“Do I need a reason to be here?” That was what he said. 

Lupin scoffed. “You’ve never looked more out of place in your life, Black.” 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” A lie. He’d never felt more out of place in his life.