#happy birthday to my dear Feli ^3^

[thathawaiianchick]

my wolfstar fic recc

29 of my favs, plus 2 comics :)

sorted from shortest to longest, series at the bottom

i like long fics, i like raising Harry AUs, i like Lay Low at Lupin’s fics, i like marauder era “we’re 70′s trash fics”, i like angst, but i also love “everybody lives”, kind of a mix of everything but seriously a lot of raising Harry AUs because it fills a need i guess

some super popular, some relative unknowns i think

all fics that characterize wolfstar for me :) 

JKR has disappointed me supremely, but fan works will hold my love forever

 part 2 because i forgot some

STANDALONES

1. A Day Like Any Other by dustmouth

(a comic, not really a fic, just hosted on AO3)

The one where Sirius keeps receiving unwanted mail, Remus drinks a lot of tea, Peter's out on a hot date, and James is offering unwanted make overs.

(Or the answer to the question of exactly how many cursed letters can you flush down the loo).

2. To Keep a Star by dustmouth

(a comic, not really a fic, just hosted on AO3)

Daily life in the Intergalactic Postal Service. Or the one where Sirius is a postal star and Remus lives on a spaceship.

3. in your bedroom, during the war by lupinely

There’s the bed, there’s the room, and there’s Remus. This, at least, Sirius knows for sure. (4Kish)

4. Home We’ll Go by appalachian_fireflies

"I can't, I don't know how," Remus stuttered as Molly dropped the infant into his arms, who immediately ceased crying and stared up at him with wide eyes.

"Nonsense," Molly said. "Be a dear and keep him from falling while I feed Ginny."

"Ba!" Ron giggled, and slapped Remus in the face.

Molly is the emergency contact for the Order when those listed can no longer be reached. Remus' life finds a different path. (10K)

5. A Store of Happiness by coyotesuspect

Harry spends the summer after his third year living with Sirius and Professor Lupin. (10K)

6. In The Bed by bigblackdog

Left to his own devices the summer after the prank, Sirius crafts an unusual gift to mend his relationship with Remus. (11K)

7. Vigil Strange I Kept by whitmans_kiss

Remus' lycanthropy has caused his body to seriously deteriorate over the years due to the constant stress of the transformations, and by his fifty-sixth birthday, it's certain that he won't live to finish out the year. However, a cure has recently been discovered - but what if the cure is just as bad as the disease? (11K)

8. Elucidation Practice by montparnasse

Christmas, 1978. Remus, wrestling with the mighty problems of gift-giving on a budget, contemplates life, love, London in winter, and falling off the edge of the world with Sirius Black. (21K)

9. On a Windswept Cliff by starfishstar

On the cliff top where the fearsome Lord Black once stalked, an outcast man meets a big black dog, and things are not as they seem.

Or: The Remus/Sirius gothic romance AU. (21K)

10. Lethe and Mnemosyne by montparnasse

Winter '79. Looking to get out from under the black-hole overhang of wartime, Sirius and Remus take off to play house on the Cornish moors. It goes downhill from there.  (26K)

11. Purity by FelisA 

Sirius resurrection fic. (27K) 12. Common Woodbrown by imochan

Look well into thyself; there is a source of strength which will always spring up if thou wilt always look there. In 1985, Remus Lupin realizes that Sirius Black is innocent. Now, he just has to prove it. (36K)

13. Wilde and Whimsy by chasing bluefish, obsob

In a world where Dumbledore defeated Voldemort during the first war, the wizarding community is picking up the pieces and getting back to their lives. Remus Lupin becomes a person of interest in a murder at the bookshop where he works and Sirius Black and James Potter, aurors, are sent to investigate. As they navigate the crime itself, Remus and Sirius realize that there is something to their instant chemistry. But they need to keep their newfound attraction under wraps while trying to find the killer and stop them from claiming more victims. (36K)

14. Paper Wings by Krislaughs

(not hosted on ao3)

What if Sirius Black sent a final message from Azkaban? Enter the home of the last Marauder in the days following Voldemort’s downfall. Lost and alone, Remus asks a question of the void, a question whose answer will send him around the world. Meeting puppies, Kneazles, dementors, and nomads, Remus learns more about himself and his friends than he ever thought possible. Learn the secrets of the Marauder’s map and the world’s best chocolate, how various Death Eaters occupied themselves after the fall of their lord, and why you should never leave Remembralls lying around.

15. Uncreated Night by earlybloomingparentheses

Remus can drift through whole worlds in his own mind. Sirius lives in his body, electric, ablaze. In 1979 and 1996 and 1978 and 1981 and in many other years and many different places, they search for the bridges between them and the spaces they can share. Time after time, they fight their way back together, head and heart, mind and body.

And in 1998, Remus stands before the veil, wondering if he should finally stop thinking, and just act. (41.5K)

16. Lemon Chiffon Yellow by Spklvr

An unplanned night between Remus and Tonks ends up changing their lives forever. (42K)

17. The Weather Inside by earlybloomingparentheses

Sirius rides a flying motorbike, and snogs strangers in pubs, and strikes moody poses Remus finds irritatingly attractive. But for Remus, who drinks milky tea and wears flannel pyjamas, there's a chasm cracked right down the fault line between wanting and doing.

How he wants, though. How he wants. (43K)

18. the dogfather by hollimichele

“I’m not a reverse werewolf either,” says the man. “I’m your godfather.”  (47K)

19. Domestic Creatures by veeagainst

Growing up is hard to do -- but the journey is better if you take someone with you. (53K)

20. Leave the Children Behind by montparnasse

Bravery, sometimes, is the ending just as much as the beginning. Remus, Sirius, and a series of choices.

Or, a love story—backwards and forwards. (54K)

21. A Series of Sketches Done in Black Ink by  mustntgetmy

Non-magic AU. Sirius had always imagined the aftermath of falling in love would mean lightness, and an escape from all the horrors of his childhood. But the past never leaves, and even love can't stop bad memories from resurfacing.

An almost year in the life of Sirius and Remus's first year as a couple replete with art and tangled sheets, and containing the following: filled sketchbook pages from people lost and people found, terrible biscuits from an excellent therapist, mismatched music records, expensive hot chocolate, a lost brother, photographs (some invasive and some invoking terrible memories), a reckoning with the past, a promise of the future, and yet another ridiculously over the top Halloween party. (57K)

22. Alt Ed by NachoDiablo

“Remus? Who the bloody hell is Remus?” James is scrambling to straighten his chair as McGonagall glares at him from the head table.

Mary smiles innocently. “Oh, just a new friend that Lily met over the holidays. He’s homeschooled, just moved into her neighborhood it seems. She says he’s very clever. And I hear he’s quite fit, as well.”

AU where Remus and Lily become friends outside of Hogwarts, setting James and Sirius on a quest to learn more about this mysterious newcomer. (61K)

23. Indiana Lupin and the Search for the Conqueror by nekarose

Remus Lupin is an undercover archaeologist for the British Museum and is sent to Greenland to investigate a Roman shipwreck. In Greenland he meets Sirius Black, makes a real discovery and soon enough the two of them are racing through the world in search of the remains of the Library of Alexandria with Remus’ arch-enemy right at their heels. (66K)

24. Le Mot Vagabond by ironicallyinternational

(It all starts with Peter Pettigrew dying twice.

First, Peter kills Wormtail (discreetly), and then Sirius kills him (less discreetly).

Losing a friend is never easy, even amidst the ravages of war, but losing the last of your childhood alongside him is far worse.)

War is a complicated, messy thing. The Marauders have their fucked up shit to deal with, but they also have each other, and that counts for a lot. (151K)

SERIES:

25. The Hole in the Ground by sostrata

(5 works)  A series of fics about Sirius and Remus raising Harry in their home, The Hole in the Ground.  (18k)

26. Holding Out by bigblackbog

(works 2)

On Halloween, 1981 Sirius and Remus abscond with Harry despite their recently rocky relationship. (36K)

27. Maddest House by busaikko

(6 works)

old as hell. Another wolfstar raising Harry fic (55K)

28. Lycanthropic Studies by Eiiri

(3 works)

After the Battle of Hogwarts, Remus recognizes something familiar in Draco Malfoy and offers him sanctuary. With nowhere else to turn--his parents in prison, his home a crime scene--Draco reluctantly accepts and becomes a tolerated, if not welcome, member of his schoolyard rivals' and wartime adversaries' family of choice. As pages of the lunar calendar turn and the summer wears on,Draco and the others begin to see each other in a different light. (139K)

29. Stealing Harryverse by copperbadge

(works 12)  

On a dark night long ago, Sirius Black took a wrong turn and never found Peter Pettigrew. Instead of Azkaban, Sirius settled down in Little Whinging to keep an eye on his godson, and hired Remus Lupin to run his bookshop for him. Then one day when Harry was eight, Sirius found out how the Dursleys treated him, and stole him away.

Stealing Harry is an alternate universe version of Harry Potter's life before his time at Hogwarts. It is the story of Harry's family: Sirius and Remus, Ted and Andromeda, Nymphadora, Neville Longbottom, and even Severus Snape, all banded together against a newly powerful Peter Pettigrew who is still searching for a way to resurrect Voldemort.

Laocoon's Children follows Harry through his time at Hogwarts as he develops a very different group of friends: Hufflepuff Draco Malfoy, Ravenclaw Padma Patil, and Gryffindor Neville Longbottom, strange companions for a Harry who was sorted into Slytherin -- the house of his beloved Professor Snape.

This universe ends in Harry's third year, and is partially incomplete. As it is not likely to be finished, the last story in the series is a group of notes I made on where the story would have gone and how it would have ended. (443.3K)

30. All the Young Dudes by MsKingBean89

(4 works)

LONG fic charting the marauders' time at Hogwarts (and beyond) from Remus' PoV - diversion from canon in that Remus's father died and he was raised in a children's home, and is a bit rough around the edges. Otherwise canon-compliant. 1971 - 1995 (557K)

31. Crow Rides A Pale Horse  by tb_ll57

(4 works)

The note pinned to his collar read 'Harry J Potter - please accept'. The Dursleys had left him with nothing else but a pillow sack with half a sleeve of McVities biscuits, a mealy apple, and ten pounds. (618K)

[beet-rootesoupevodkabanya]

Post-apocalypse military AU. Midsummer.

At first Happy Birthday to my dear Feli!! <3 Since we decided to headcanon Yuuri with a suitable bd, then... Have this! XD

Way to remains of St.Petersburg was rather difficult but not impossible anyway. Yuuri asked his General for this trip much earlier. 2 months before. As a birthday gift. The condition was to let Yuuri kidnap him for 24 hours. Phones of them both were turned off. The only connection left was special line with Shere Khan. Everyone and everything else could wait...

At the very first time here Yuuri was amused. This place still looked gorgeous and pretensions. But was mostly ruined and conquered by greens. Out of destiny's weird sarcasm, ruined were living areas. Where entire buildings were exploded down to bury dead bodies with it. It was one of the first places where epidemics attacked. Houses were burned out of fear. Because at the beginning noone knew how it spreads. And then it became clear there's no special way, it's just a kind of genetic program that activated now but was created by evolution itself. But to this moment survivors had neither time no resources to take care of corpses any other way. For now the only remains of gorgeous city were some cultural districts. Abandoned as well but at the very least not ruined completely. Artworks that were possible to replace were took out of here. And now were kept as treasures of Safe Zone. And Piter looked like an aged, heavily drinking but still proud nobleman, who meets his misery with flawless but useless honor. Yuuri loved this place. He loved it's bitterness, ruins and lack of hope. And for no reason felt at home here - in his abandoned shrine of Yuki no Kami-sama. Ruined like this it belonged only to him...

Preparations were made beforehand. And all he needed now laid in his backpack. Last important parts of a plan... Most of all Private Katsuki worried the weather can mess his plans up with typical for this place rain. But lucky he was - last days happened to be sunny and warm. With that soft and sad warmth that can exist only here - in the land of White nights.

He didn't really know what exactly it was before - place he had chosen for his purpose. A kind of theater maybe?.. But he didn't need much. Remain of stage was enough.

- Wake up, Vitenka, we're here. - boy leaned to perfect lips of his commander and fiancé. He always enjoyed how it sounded - the tender pronounce of Snow King's name. Travel took time and they drove replacing each other. Although now with the empty (and rather ruined) road it was faster to get here. Especially on their military van. Tight embrace locked on Yuuri's neck: - Then... What do U want me to do? - U're my gift. I want U to let me spoil U... - boy's whisper touched porcelain neck. But next second he teasingly pecked Victor's lips and sneaked out of his hands with almost mischievous grin: - Wait a bit here, ok?

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Yuuri returned rather fast. Opened the door from Victor's side and lent him a hand: - Time to go, Your Snow Majesty. And he gladly noticed now, when they were one on one, his King hid neither smile, nor blush.

Insides of building were partly covered with grass and bushes. Weirdly fresh and healthy as if in luxury garden. But it became like this almost everywhere. And it always bothered Snow King. He still remembered how abandoned places must look. But for no reason others seemed like never notice it. Right in front of them was a stage. Biggest part of the roof as well as higher floors was ruined in old street battles. And now Sun left columns of golden light sneaking through it's remains. To be honest the entire view was beautiful. But one thing was obviously brought from outside - pole. It was placed on the stage, fixed into ceiling binders or better to say it's remains... (When Beka finished to fix it here, he thrown a drop of salt with some weird herbs on it (as a protection his witchcraft demanded in doubtful situation) and confusingly muttered: "If binders won't endure, at least U'll die together and happy..." As he confessed to Shere Khan later, the dreamy grin on Yuuri's face after this reference made him worry even more...) In a couple of meters from the pole stayed a chair. With a silk scarf on it. - Accept your Throne, my Yuki no Kami-sama... - Yuuri's breath touched the back of Victor's neck. Tying up his hands with said scarf boy leaned to Snow Kings shoulder: - We won't do it, if U don't want... But his answer was sure and even impatient: - Yuuri, continue! Whatever U do, I WANT it. Fast kiss covered his lips: - As U order, Your Snow Majesty.

Boy stepped to the other side of stage and turned on the music on his phone. It wasn't loud even with that portable columns but echo of this place added strange, mythical atmosphere.

He slowly stood up with first sounds. He had right enough time to get to the pole before the first beat... Yuuri knew since childhood that weird (and useless in the life he was dreaming about) gift - to synchronize with sound completely. It was that rare case when body seemed not to follow music but be an actual source of it. Never before Yuuri thought he'd be so happy to have this ability. For all his previous life he'd prefer to exchange it on Shere Khan's battle speed or Snow King's absolute control on literally everything.

One step. Two. Three.

He didn't hear it anymore. He only felt. Ocean just KNOWS how to move... Sound wasn't a sound anymore. It was a continuation of him. Of his skin, of his heartbeat, of his breath. Every wave moved with only one aim - to lean to knees of his Kami and General. Victor is the Moon that makes the entire water of the Earth to shake back and force. He's the Polar Star that stays stable in sparkling abyss and always leads through madness of waves. Boy's fingers reached pole. What pole? Wasn't it a mast of drowned ship? Wave lazily studied it and occasionally swirled into a vortex. Black Abyss met Northern Sky. Storm began.

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Silk of the scarf held hands tight but not to the point of no escape. Yuuri did so on purpose, although Snow King already told him, he can do it with all force. And maybe it'd be better - to ease the temptation to break free... Because boy definitely tried his self-control. In sweetest way of course but still tried. Black fabric of a t-shirt left milky-white skin and dropped on the floor. Arched back. Head tossed to the side. Lean muscles under silky skin. Sun rays playing into dark locks. How could the darkest abyss be this tempting?.. Getting rid of footwear, belt, pants... What??? Yuuri, U had laces under your casual uniform?!

[Listen up, boy, if I die here from nosebleed, it'll be your fault!!]

Flow got closer. Yuuri's hands reached Snow King's lips. But before Victor touched them, slid over his neck, chest, legs. Boy looked at his Kami-sama from beneath and in black abyss played mischievous honey sparkles. Lean body stretched on the floor. White foam of the Ocean... It followed sound and leaned to Snow King's feet. And moved back. Boy slowly got up, turns to Victor and soundlessly whispered a phrase. It couldn't be heard but General Snow King knew it full well - "Look only at me..."

[C'mon, Yuuri, I physically can't take my eyes off of U. And what's more important - don't want to...]

Body of water swirled over the mast again. Tides flight over it, not really caring about gravitation. What is gravitation when call of the Moon and Polar Star is so close? Boy jumped to the floor and returned to his Northern Star. Victor was blushing and breathing hard. Remains of his self-control was spent on not to break free right now. Boy got closer, almost lips to lips but sneaked away from Snow King's desperate attempts to kiss him: - U don't think it's all I have for U, Kami-sama? Moaning Victor tossed over the chair, eager to reach for his little devil. Boy bended to his hips, took out his battle knife and lick the blade staring into icy-blue eyes... Sharp steel hooked the collar of black t-shirt. Cotton surrendered easily being separated in two. Exposed porcelain skin showed thin red trace. - My bad, General... - Yuuri's voice was even more dubious now. He lick small red drops from the scratch, set on Victor's laps and copied the same trace on his own chest. But a bit deeper. To let some blood droll from the cut: - That's my punishment for being incautious... Gasping for air Victor leaned to the cut with lips. Taste of Yuuri's blood. Warmth of his naked body. His weight on laps. Mesmerizing. They already did such things before. To feel belonging to each other inside out. In flesh and blood. Snow King's teeth dug into milky-white skin forcing out some more drops of blood and leaving a dark mark around the cut. Yuuri screamed, pressing his head to the chest, for a second forgetting about the game: - More! Victoru! More! And through black laces it was obvious he meant it... But he recovered from the moment of weakness fast. Stood up from Victor and got on his knees to undo the belt. After some efforts pants and boots were taken off of his Snow King. (Honestly Yuuri would be happy to cut pants too. But he had only additional t-shirt.) The only clothes of his Yuki no Kami for now were remains of t-shirt and silky scarf tying his wrists up. Boy bit own lip.

[Self-control, Lance Sergeant Katsuki, self-control! U can't ruin the game like this!]

He stepped away again despite of Victor's protesting moan. But music still lasted and game wasn't not over yet. Boy took the bottle of wine from the backpack near. No time to spend on opening it. He simply fetched away the bung. With broken neck it was impossible to drink right from the bottle. But there was no need to... He slowly walked around Victor, bent to his ear, whispered: "Hurry up, Your Snow Majesty" and stuck the knife into the chair right above the silky bond. It'll be easy to cut it even blindly. Boy returned to the poll, suggestively turning back to smile to his beautiful, crazy from anticipation Kami-sama. He was struggling for serious now. It will take not more than a second or two... Yuuri leant with his back to the poll, pouring vine on his chest. Cut burned a bit. And now, under insane gaze of Northern sky it turned on even more. He left a cut with the broken bottle neck on own collar bone, still letting the vine droll. Closed eyes for a second and felt how hot tongue walked from his abdomen to cuts, gathering alcohol and shadows of blood. Blade touched Yuuri's underwear. (How was he able to take the knife out of wood of a chair this fast and blindly?) Black lace fell on the floor. - U're still too fast and soundless for me, sir... - whispered boy to his kneeled commander. Blade caressed Yuuri's hip. Not with a cut, but still leaving a pink trace. Moaning boy poured more vine on the knife. Victor licked it, intentionally cutting his lip a bit and leaned to cut in boys chest again. Now mixing their blood together and swallowing both. - I don't know about fast but I can't be soundless anymore... - icy-blue eyes were almost insane. Boy nodded. He was not much better. But... Yuuri reversed their positions, pressing his General with his back to the poll and kneeled down in front of him. Victor was hard. Obviously on his limit. Boy leaned to him almost violently, without a warning doing a deep throat of all his length. And heard the best reply ever - surprised, almost perplexed scream. Of course it couldn't last long... Hot liquid filled Yuuri's mouth after some fast, forceful moves. Victor almost fell on him, breathing hard. Still unable to speak but desperate to kiss his boy. Yuuri returnes the kiss and poured the rest of vine on Snow Kings body. Now he had a bit more time to enjoy this perfect skin until his own need won't become unbearable. But for now the taste of vine and blood drooling from Victor's cut lip made the boy loose control completely...

Ability to breath and stand returned to Snow King when Yuuri was already unable to hold back. - Vitenka... Do me. - boy's voice cracked from overwhelming feelings. He nodded to the backpack - There. Take the lube there. Snow King nodded pecking Yuuri's lips. Splinters of Northern sky were still insane. He stepped to the backpack (legs were still weak) leaving his boy to sit on the floor. But when he turned back, this little demon was already waiting for him... Yuuri bended supporting himself on the pole and spreading his legs.

[What are U doing, Yuuri?! Do U want your General to come from just looking at U?..]

When porcelain hand laid on boy's hip he shivered: - Victoru... Do me! Faster! - Faster? - Hot tongue traced milky-white skin of waist. - U tormented me enough today, little sweet demon. Count it as a payback... Even if Snow King tried to follow unspoken rules and speak mischievously he anyway sounded soft. And loving. Always. Cold fingers slid between boy's buttocks. Caressing. Teasing. Yuuri moved to meet these fingers. He didn't hesitate to scream. Honestly he never hesitated when it was about making love with his Yuki no Kami-sama. Snow King's tongue traveled from backbone to tight muscle ring, moving back and force, making it wet. Fingers already cold from lube slid inside. With a free arm Victor embraced Yuuri's hip, leaning to his leg, not letting him fall because of weak knees. - Victoru! Do me! Now! - Boy's desperate scream sounded almost like order. - Don't make me cum from only this! I want U! I want U now! Of course even if Snow King wasn't already hard again, he'd immediately become... Shy and quiet in daily life Yuuri always turned into frank and loud passionate demon in such cases. And telling the truth Snow King was exited to be the reason of this change...

- I love U...Yuuri... - he moved in slowly holding boy's hips in a tight grip. It will definitely leave marks but it's fine... He fastened the pace trying to follow Yuuri's moves to make pleasure sharper. - I love U, my boy... I love U so much... Я люблю тебя, малыш. Солнышко. Так тебя люблю.../ I love U, baby. My sunshine. Love U so much. Of course it couldn't last long too... Boy's hoarse scream, his tightness squeezing Victor, whitish liquid filling the palm - Snow King didn't hear own scream. Just collapsed on the floor with Yuuri in his arms. Too good. Good almost to pain. - I love U too. - boy's eyes were closed. He breathed it out spreading on Victor with happy insane smile. Nothing really mattered for now: neither dusty floor instead of a bed, nor sticky from vine (and a bit of blood) skin.

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When Victor woke up black abyss stared at him on the distance of a kiss. With a small, happy smile laying a head on crossed hands on Victor's chest. - I love U... - Snow King repeated it stroking boy's cheek. But there was one more thing he wanted to ask: - But Yuuri... It's your birthday. It's me who must spoil U today and make your wishes come true and... Boy laughed. Happily and even mischievously: - U know, Snezhnblj Korol, my ultimate wish is to see U exited and happy with me. And - Warm fingers slid porcelain thigh - U don't think we finished here, right? Snow King pulled him into a hungry kiss again: - I HOPE we didn't...

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When they returned, of course both looked like shit. Black shadows under eyes from lack of sleep. Cuts, bites, bruises, spot of clotted blood on Victor's lip. Traces of ropes on wrists of them both... General Feltsman who incautiously run into just returned Snow King and his Private Guard, gasped for air holding his heart: - W-w-what???!!!! What happened to U two??? Did U got into a trap? Were U tortured. - We just had a day-off... - sloppily protested Victor. But it didn't help at all. Old Officer jumped being already in panic: - U WERE CAUGHT INTO A TRAP IN SAFE ZONE IN YOUR DAY-OFF????!!!! Heavy bonk on the nap of a head interrupted his hysteric. Suppressing smile with an inhuman effort Lilichka grabbed Yakov's collar and dragged him out of the room: - I'll explain U later. One on one, old shit.

[maddyisenough]

Happy birthday, my dear Feli! I love you so so much! <3 @trollicia

[andreilweek]

ANDREILWEEK 2018 MASTERPOST

Hello everyone! So here it is! The masterpost you've all been waiting for!

But first, we'd like to thank all of the people who participated posting new content but also those who helped us spread the word about andreilweek and brought a lot of attention to the project. We are really happy with the results of it and we hope it's the first year of a lot more. We hope we can comeback next year for another round of Andreilweek after all the support we received!

Now, here you go!

Day 1: shakespeare | mythology | fake dating/fake exes

FANFIC

Asphodel by @kibumunnie

Prompt: mythology

Start A War by @belabellissima

Prompt: mythology

A Trojan War AU where Andrew is Achilles, Neil is Briseis, and Aaron just wants to survive to the end of the fic. 

self destruct just to feel. by @miny3rd

Prompt: mythology

Andrew’s perspective of his and Neil’s kisses, as well as the “thank you, you were amazing” scene, with a sprinkle of Icarus imagery.

"Andrew's wings, built upon months of promises and truths, wax and feathers, melted and burned. The earth was being pulled towards him with immense speed, and nothing, not even the nights spent twenty stories off the ground, when his heart crashed against his ribs, could prepare him for the plunge."

A Midsummer Night’s Fib by @nachtgraves

Prompt: shakespeare | mythology | fake dating/fake exes

Neil doesn’t know why he did it but Nicky wasn’t going to quit and Allison had her phone out with that plotting gleam in her eyes and Dan and Matt were looking at him in certain ways and he just blurt it out: “I’m going with Andrew.”

A Twin By Any Other Name by @dkafterdark

Prompt: shakespeare

Fake Exes by @minyxrd-03

Prompt: fake exes

“So apparently we broke up.” It’s the first thing Neil - or Andrew, for that matter - had said in quite a while and it was more than enough to catch Andrew’s attention.

Aceso by @minyard-03

sea creature/ocean child by @lolainslackss

Prompt: mythology

When Aaron is lost to the sea, Andrew captures a selkie and enlists him to help bring his brother back.

From Whence We Came by @ GaiusTheGenius

Prompt: mythology

“You hate the beach.” Andrew said by way of a greeting, curling his fingers into the cool sand and narrowing his eyes at the back of Neil’s head. “The beach reminds me of my mother.” Neil replied.

I hate the way I don't hate you by @gluupor

"Great!" said Katelyn happily. "It's settled. We’ll bribe Neil to date Andrew so that I can date Aaron."

A 10 Things I Hate About You AU. Prompt: fake dating

Chemistry Experiments by @fuzzballsheltiepants

The high school/Prom/Fake Dating AU I always secretly wanted to write, with the added bonus of less tragic backstories!  One instance of homophobic language that is dealt with promptly.

welcome to the club by @exyjunkies

Prompt: fake dating

Shaking off Kevin’s arm, Andrew grunted, “One college party.” Kevin fist-pumped. “That’s it.”

Sinful Nature by @lady-gryffindor

Prompt: fake exes

Neil slips up in a conversation with Allison, who won’t rest until he tells her who he went on a date with; the problem is, he hasn’t gone out with anyone. He picks a name, hoping Allison won’t know the guy, but Neil’s life has never been that easy on him.

ART

fanart by @s-c-larkless

fanart by @still-waiting-for-godot

fanart by @staary-eyes

fanart by @broship-addict

MISCALENOUS

this discussion by @exybxtch

Prompt: mythology

headcanon by @arxhaangel

Prompt: shakespeare

Day 2: dmv | carnival | cityscape

FANFIC

Memories by @exactly13percent

Prompt: DMV, Carnival, Cityscape There are a lot of memories for him to replace. The good thing is, Neil has a very good person to help replace them. 

Fair Games by @fuzzballsheltiepants

Ridiculous, tooth-rotting fluff in which Andrew and Neil go to a carnival.  May cause diabetes.

ask by @dkafterdark

Prompt: carnival

It's called a hustle, Sweetheart by @gluupor

"We need to find out who owns this license plate, but I don't have access to the police database yet," said Kevin. "Relax," said Neil. "I know a guy at the DMV."

Cityscape by @nxckyhemmicks

ART

fanart by @artlienn

fanart by @rainbowd00dles

fanart by @staary-eyes

fanart by @s-c-larkless

PHOTOSET

edit by @minyard-03

edit by @hemminicky

photoset by @reneeewalker​

MISCALENOUS

headcanon by @arxhaangel

Prompt: carnival

poem by @dreamscapeloser​

Prompt: cityscape

Day 3: rain | bare skin | broken glass

FANFIC

Shower Thoughts by @dkafterdark

Prompt: rain

A truth universally acknowledged by @gluupor

“Palmetto Court has been let at last!” said Mr. Hemmick in raptures. “Mrs. Wymack reports that a single man of good fortune has taken Palmetto for a twelvemonth at least! What marvellous news for my dear cousins!”

Prompt: rain

Bye Week by @fuzzballsheltiepants

More AFTG fluff.  Post-canon.  Neil goes to visit Andrew in Boston during their bye week, and ends up in Maine instead.

Prompt: rain, bare skin

Rain by @minyxrd-03

Rain and Bare Skin by @nxckyhemmicks

Running to You by @cosyblack

In Columbia, Neil has a nightmare and decides to go run in the middle of the night so Andrew waits for him to come back.

Caught in a Web by @c-dragon-pirates

Neil Josten is Spider-man. He's had his powers for eight years and has protected New York for five. It's a lonely life but Neil tells himself that the work he does makes up for it. Then he meets Deadpool, and though the merc insists he doesn't care for the company of Spider-man, suddenly Neil doesn't feel quite so alone.

Summer Love by @andrewminyardamiright

Matt invites the team to his home in New York to celebrate the Fourth of July. When everyone else is asleep the first night, Andrew and Neil take advantage of the privacy Matt's pool offers and sexy pool shenanigans ensue

For Andreil Week 2018 day 3 Prompt- bare skin and rain (except I'm using a pool instead)

Inside by @exactly13percent

Andreil Week 2018 | Day 2: Rain, Bare Skin, Broken Glass While Neil waits for the end, he never stops. Until one day it rains, and he finds himself giving in to the way Andrew feels in bed next to him and the comfort of his warmth. 

Staying by @nachtgraves

One stormy summer night in Columbia, Andrew finds Neil sitting in the rain.

Marching On by @talysfics

Neil has never seen Andrew naked, and he didn't think he minded.

Prompt: bare skin

ART

fanart by @broship-addict

fanart by @artlienn

fanart by @novakstiel

fanart by @staary-eyes

fanart by @ariessential

fanart by @aminiyard

fanart by @requiemofkings

Day 4: mental health | vine/meme | felony

FANFIC

ask by @dkafterdark​

Prompt: mental health

It's a cruel world, Mr. J by @gluupor

“And you? You think I’m a monster?” asked Andrew. “Maybe,” said Neil. “But I don’t think that monsters are born. They’re made.”

A Joker/Harley AU written for the Andreil Week prompt: mental health

Fine by @exactly13percent

Day 4: mental health, vine/meme, felony Neil thought it would end neatly with Riko's death and Ichirou's deal. His mistake. The Foxes take a vacation and Neil does several stupid things. But hey, it's not like he was alone. And at least he has an entire cabin just for him—and Andrew, of course.

Mental Health  by @nxckyhemmicks

ART

fanart by @artlienn​

fanart by @aminiyard​

fanart by @staary-eyes​

VIDEO

andreil vine compilation by @lady-gryffindor

aftg characters as memes/vines by @sheiibabe

MISCALENOUS

meme by @spokenfromtheheartandsoul

headcanon by @arxhaangel​

Prompt: mental health

poem by @dreamscapeloser

Day 5: colors | soulmate | stadium lights

FANFIC

Marked by @dkafterdark

Andreil Week, Day 5: Soulmate

[Based on this soulmate idea that you’re born with a soulmate mark and when your soulmate touches you the mark turns colors *fancy* I changed it a bit so that only handprints count. Andrew first touches Neil early on in canon but I can’t find when Neil first touches Andrew so for this AU I’m going to say it’s when he takes Andrew’s hand and pulls it under his shirt in The Raven King]

TW: mentions of Drake/Thanksgiving, torture at Evermore, general references to past abuse

An overdeveloped sense of vengeance by @gluupor

“No one could be following us yet?” Kevin asked suddenly. “No one,” Riko said impatiently. “That would be absolutely inconceivable.” There was a pause. “Out of curiosity, why are you bothering me with such a stupid question?” “Oh, no reason,” answered Kevin. “It’s just that I looked back and someone is there.”

A Princess Bride AU written for the Andreil Week prompt: soulmate

how the light gets in  by @exyjunkies

day 5: stadium lights

In which Neil thinks it’s a good idea to come back. Andrew agrees – after all, it’s not as if he’d be going back alone.

Paint Me The Color of You by @exactly13percent

Day 5: Colors, Soulmate, Stadium lights Sound is supposed to be the language of love. Neil has never heard his soulmate. Never. Except he sees blue all the time, and then he meets Andrew and the entire world turns to color.

ART

fanart by @staary-eyes​

fanart by @cats-are-assholes​

PHOTOSET

edit by @nneiljostenn

photoset by @reneeewalker

Day 6: fistfight | distance | video games

FANFIC

ask by @dkafterdark

Yours by @exactly13percent

Day 6: Fistfight, Distance, Video Games Neil manages to keep a low profile for most of the time that Andrew is gone. But some things require action. Some things like a freshman Fox. And someone told Andrew.

Andrew versus the truth by @gluupor

Andrew gets an unexpected message on his birthday from his estranged twin brother and then very strange things start happening.

A spy AU written for the Andreil Week prompt: video games

Is It A Video? by @lady-gryffindor

Neil and Andrew over summer vacation in high school, playing video games together and falling in love like the teenagers they could’ve been.

For Day 6 of #AndreilWeek2018 for the prompts “distance” and “video game

ART

fanart by @rainbowd00dles

fanart by @staary-eyes

fanart by @feli-artblog

fanart by @aminiyard

fanart by @ariessential​

PHOTOSET

edit by @reneeewalker

Day 7: champion | practice | fear

FANFIC

An Unpleasant Surprise  by @dkafterdark

Written for Andreil Week, Day 7: Fear. This is set in a high school au I started where Neil is attending school in Columbia and he meets Andrew at a car wash fundraiser. This story is set about four months after their first meeting. There’s a whole lotta fluff and a small, but intense amount of fear.

TW: Neil being triggered and experiencing a panic attack

Champion by @exactly13percent

Day 7: Champion, Practice, Fear Being a gymnast is not something that typically requires running. It's also not for people that are afraid of heights. Neil and Andrew really fucked themselves over. Maybe there's one good thing that can come out of it, though. Maybe meeting each other is enough.

Fast boys and hot cars by @gluupor

Minyard had gotten out of his car and was stalking towards Neil like a predator - a panther, maybe, or some other big cat. “Double or nothing,” he said, sounding unaffected and bored by the proceedings despite the fact that he’d just lost a race for the first time in years.

A Fast and the Furious AU written for the Andreil Week prompt: champion

ART

fanart by @ariessential​

PHOTOSET

edit by @reneeewalker

Day 8: free choice

FANFIC

Solvable by @dkafterdark​

Crystal Clear by @exactly13percent

Day 8: Free Choice Your crystal is your heart and soul, manifested. You must keep it safe. Neil and Andrew don't have typical crystals. For one, they aren't whole. They're little pieces, broken by years of wrong. But Kevin's magic shop brings them together, and they figure maybe broken doesn't mean destroyed.

Only You by @cosyblack

In their second year a deal is made. Andrew wants to explore his boundaries and there’s really just one person he trusts around himself.

Set in a universe where everything is the same except that Andrew never kissed Neil on the rooftop that night. Instead, they just got closer and more comfortable around each other.

Too gay to function by @gluupor

After school, Neil started to make the trek back to his uncle’s house when a shiny, black beast of a car screeched to a halt in front of him. The driver’s side window rolled down. “Get in, loser,” said Andrew. “We’re going shopping.”

A Mean Girls AU written for the Andreil Week prompt: free choice

it hurts the worst before it heals  by @19tfc

It's been a while before the blood became an ugly scab that Neil can't help scratching at but sometimes his chest feels just a bit lighter.

piped dream by @lvl777 / @03hp

a pta dad au (ft protective dads and a lot of baked goods) for andreil week day 8 (free choice)

warnings: mentions of alcohol, implied / referenced child abuse, ableism

ART

fanart by @audrey-ph

fanart by @artlienn

fanart by @aminiyard​

fanart by @audrey-ph

PLAYLIST

playlist by @reneeewalker​

concept playlists by @arxhaangel

If something you created is not on this list, please contact us!

- Angel @arxhaangel, Nea @minyard-03, Sheila @lady-gryffindor -

[kysaito]

Happy Three Years!

November 3, 2018

Dear Karis,

Happy 3rd birthday! 

(As usual, this post is coming a little late.)

This year, we celebrated your birthday at least 6 times. :)

The first was at Griffith Park with Uncle Kenny, Rosa, Auntie Alice, and Grandma Fely. We had a picnic, then went on the carousel, then on the train, then you rode on a pony! (A kid in front of us was scared to leave his mommy to go on the pony, but you let go of my hand and walked straight into the ring without a glance back – you were so excited!)

Then on your actual birthday we did everything just as you planned it (yes, you were very specific about what you wanted). Here’s a version of what you would say to me leading up to your birthday:

“I want to be Cinderella, and Mama will be Pocahontas, and Auntie Lyssa will be Jasmine, and Grandma Fely can be Snow White, and Dada can be the Prince. And all the kids will sing, ‘Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Karis, happy birthday to you,’ like that, and then I’ll blow out my candles.”

You also mentioned wanting to go to Kid Space, and the day before your birthday, we went to eat dinner and played at a nearby arcade afterward, so you added a visit to the arcade to your birthday list, as well. And guess what… we did all that (and more!)

You and I went to IHOP for breakfast (we ordered the cupcake pancake combo), then I took you to preschool all dressed up in your Cinderella gown, glass slippers and all, then Grandma Jo brought strawberry cupcakes to school that she and Uncle B made (as you requested). You looked so happy and elegant, sitting there in the middle of the room at the table with the princess tablecloth, your friends sitting with you beaming excitedly – proud to be sitting at the same table as the birthday princess. After everyone sang happy birthday to you, you blew out your candles, then we packed up and went to Kidspace, then to dinner, then to the arcade, then back to our place – and you wore your Cinderella dress and crown proudly the whole time. At home, we had more cupcakes, then opened presents – so many princess presents!

You make me so proud, little Bear. I even made an Instagram post:

HBD, sweet Karis girl. You bring healing and light wherever you go and have made me braver, stronger, kinder, and just better. :) And you’ve helped me believe that tutus really can go with everything. Love you forever.

I love how brave and free you are. You seemed a little nervous as we were walking toward the classroom and I did start to worry that someone would say or do something to make you feel silly and want to change, or that maybe the teachers would have you change because your dress was too poofy to do activities or sleep during nap time. But when we returned at the end of the day for cupcake time, and I saw you sitting there surrounded by your friends, still in your dress, crown, and slippers, smiling proudly – I realized I didn’t need to worry about you at all. Aside from how beautiful you looked, what made me so proud was that I knew you feltbeautiful, and you weren’t letting self-consciousness or fear of what others might think keep you from soaking it all in.

One little girl even came up to me and told me she liked your dress, and a little boy came up to Grandma Jo and said he wanted to play with you, but that “Veda wouldn’t let me.” (Veda is your preschool BFF.)

We also celebrated with our small group and with Grandpa and Estella! And Kyrie and Auntie Danes took you out for a movie and ice cream, too. :) 

So let’s have a talk…about everything that happened since I last wrote! 

(You love starting conversations like that – “Let’s have a talk, Mama” – as you pat the seat beside you.)

You started preschool!

The biggest thing is probably that you started preschool! You go to the Enchanted Castle at Pasadena Montessori (sounds like a mouthful, but one day before we even intentionally taught you the name of your new school, you said, “Am I going to Pasadena Montessori today?”)

Caption: Your first day of preschool.

We were a little nervous about how you’d handle the transition from Judy’s to preschool, but you did so well! You jumped right in there and didn’t even look back (or shed a single tear!) Sometimes you’ll bring it up (“Remember how when I was a little girl, I used to go to Judy’s?”), but when I ask if you want to go back you say no because you’re “a big girl now.” The teachers tell us that everyone is falling in love with you and that you’re a happy little chatterbox. JYou come home telling us about playing with Veda, and the “jobs” you do (that’s what they call the assignments you work on), and how you took a numbers test… by the way, here’s one of the first numbers tests you brought home… 100%!

You’re a ballerina!

You also started ballet classes! You seem to love it – you are able to follow the routines the teacher shows you, and we can really see the concentration and determination in your eyes! You also practice your moves outside of class... click here and here to view your little airport ballet performances. :)

You are a happy, silly, funny, bold, generous, thoughtful, loving, insightful, artistic, beautiful little girl. 

I could go on but those words are ones I have pictures and stories I want to share about with you.

Happy, silly, funny. Those are actually your words. I was telling you one night about all the wonderful things you are, and you jumped in and finished my sentence with, “and happy… and silly… and funny…” I love that you use those words to describe yourself.

Bold. You’ve stepped up and gone to the front of the room when volunteers were asked for, even though we could tell you were feeling a little shy about it – from holding medium-sized snakes to being the magician’s assistant, and a few other things in between.

Generous. Mommy and Daddy went to Tijuana, Mexico in June to help build a house. When we came back and I was showing you pictures (Click here to see!) and telling you all about it, you kept saying (and still bring up at times) that you want to go to Mexico and build a house with us. And when I showed you a photo of the family, the first thing you said was, “How come the kids don’t have any shoes?” I explained that they didn’t have a lot of money, and you said, “I can give them my sparkle shoes.” And a few days ago, you caught a bag of toys that I had packed up to give away. It seemed that you were going to get upset (“Hey, that’s my elephant! That’s my Minnie toy!”), but then we sat down and I told you about how we were giving the toys away to kids who didn’t have any toys to play with… and you let it all go (and even brought up how you could give them your sparkle shoes, again).

Thoughtful. When an ambulance goes by or we see an accident on the road, you’ll ask what happened, and then pray. You also say the sweetest prayers at mealtime and bedtime. They’re usually something like, “Dear Jesus, thank you for… Help Mommy and Daddy to feel better… dear Jesus, amen.” More recently, your prayers for Mommy and Daddy have been replaced with, “Help Maggie to not eat grapes or pomegranates.” A few weeks ago, Grandma Fely hadn’t been doing too well because of her toothache. It had been a few days since we’d seen her, and I had forgotten all about it, but at dinnertime, out of nowhere you asked how Grandma Fely’s tooth was and wanted to call her. It made her day.

Loving. Daddy was sharing in front of the whole church last weekend, and you were sitting with me in the back. I was holding you up so you could see him, when you turned to me and said you wanted to go see him, so I put you down and said, “Okay, go ahead!” Then you ran all the way to the front and he picked you up and held you while he shared. Later, he asked why you came up to the front and you said, “because I love you.”

Insightful. Daddy and I were fighting one time and then daddy left. I found you sitting quietly in your room and when I apologized for the fighting, you responded ever so gently, “was it your fault?” while tapping my nose with your finger. That’s just one example of many when you’ve helped one of us re-center by gently speaking truth into us.

Artistic. I’m not sure this is the best word. But I feel like you’re a craftsman, for sure. You love drawing, painting, and tracing. You’re very precise and your drawings actually look like what you say they are!

Beautiful. We get told this all the time about you by strangers and friends alike, but you carry a unique beauty that I believe comes from the Holy Spirit’s presence on you. If there are kids around who you don’t know, you’ll want to befriend them. With the younger ones you do know, you like to take their hands and guide them. We want to the beach to watch Uncle Corey and Auntie Dana get baptized, and though we barely said anything to you about what was going on (just talked about it around you), you said to me at dinner later, in an almost distressed voice, “Mama, I didn’t get baptized!” (You actually said, “I didn’t get washtide” first and I had no idea what you were saying. I tried brushing it off – “oh don’t worry, we can get it another time,” but you were persistent in reiterating what you wanted until I understood.) You have a tender heart that makes your eyes sparkle.

You continue to make your way around the world.

You’ve been to Prague, Hawaii, Napa, San Francisco, San Diego, Big Bear, Ventura/Oxnard, and this year, Las Vegas, NV, Arizona, and North Carolina! 

(Las Vegas, NV) The “diamonds” at the Cosmopolitan, sun bathing and shark tank at the Golden Nugget. 

(Slide Rock, AZ) Sorry, not the best pic of you but I wanted you to see the rock slides! Your Daddy and I both went down -- very slippery and very cold!

Apple picking in North Carolina with Julia and Dennis!

Driving along Blue Ridge Parkway 

Your first East Coast College Tour -- to Duke and UNC (you slept through most of Duke).

Moravian Falls, in the presence of angels

Fearrington Farm

We just celebrated Halloween together as the Disney royals (per your request)

Things I’ve been learning…

Your dad cherishes me… and I could do a better job of cherishing him. Cherishing is love that goes out of its way to honor, protect, showcase, encourage, and bring out the best. If I want to see someone change for the better, I should make the effort to intentionally cherish them. This means affirming them in how far they’ve come rather than pointing out how far they have to go, it means conquering contempt and the temptation to critique by protecting them and practicing thankfulness. Cherishing can bring healing and bring out the best in someone – where criticizing never will. Cherishing is a choice. (This is all from Cherish by Gary Thomas.)

Take care of the little ruptures. Sometimes when I’m upset with someone, I struggle with whether to say something or not. But if I don’t say it and can’t let it go, then I start building up resentment… and then love for that person starts to fade. “Love doesn’t magically disappear, but it can slip away if you’re not choosing to fight for it over and over” (228). “There were 1,000 little ruptures that never got repaired” (227). (This is from I’d Like You More If You Were More Like Me, John Ortberg.) If the person matters to you, even if it’s uncomfortable or you just don’t feel like it, it’s worth it to take the time to address the little ruptures.

Be willing to interrupt what you’re doing, even if it’s inconvenient, to put the things that matter most first! There are so many times I’m faced with decisions and I’m not sure what to do, or I don’t even think and just choose based on what’s most convenient in the moment! I find that I often pick the thing that makes me look better to others – even if it means sacrificing my health, time with you, time with God, or compromising how I treat Daddy. Those are the very things that give me strength and joy. Without them, I get run-down and defeated. But with them, I am strong, content, and at peace. When you find your everyday decisions pulling you away from the things that ultimately matter most to you, stop, and force yourself to choose those things first.

Shake the dust off your feet… there’s just no pleasing them all. This keeps coming up again and again for me, and I have a feeling it will for you, too – simply because you’re my daughter. And also (this is a secret from 3-year-old you) but you’re already exhibiting signs of possibly being an achievement-oriented perfectionist (sorry). You can do your best and someone will think you’re not good enough. You can have pure intentions and someone will be offended by you. You can be nice and someone will think you have a secret agenda. You can try over and over to make things right with people, to make them see what you intended, to make them own your version of the truth… but you will lose lots of sleep, harbor too much anger and hurt, and you will always feel very, very tired. Oh, and it still won’t be enough. So again, focus on what’s true and unwavering and the people who matter most. Be willing to fight for those things. But beyond that… “shake the dust off your feet” and move on. Leave the rest to God’s judgement. (Matthew 10:14-15).

I love you so much my sweet precious Karis girl.

P.S. Other fun photos from these past few months...

Obon, July 2018

Kidspace (You insisted on sitting in the back while someone drove you, and refused to accept that I wasn’t going to fit in the driver’s seat... then this little boy drove up and offered to take you for a ride. The Kidspace employee commented, “she was made to be chauffeured.”)

Showing up in style for a drizzly day at Kidspace (you picked your outfit)

Tanaka Farms with Cam

Goofballs.

Doing the Worm at the family reunion/Cousins’ 50th in Vegas.