#remus writes high fantasy

[lexithwrites]

remus, regulus and mary all write fanfiction

[sleepiexx]

Something He’d Overheard

James Potter x fem!Reader

Note: I’ve been in the marauders fandom for over 7 years now, I think it’s high time I write a fic for it. Part of my efforts to branch out into writing for more fandoms than COD.

Summary: James finds himself head over heels when he sees you defending a first year student.

Warnings: some curse words here and there, bullying mention, overall rlly soft

Word Count: 1151

After countless fictional characters and random strangers on the street with pretty faces catching his burning ire, anyone who knew James Potter knew good and well that he was a lover. He had long believed in love at first sight, merely seeing someone eye-catching often sparked thoughts of budding romance, fantasies of how they would love and what their relationship would look like amongst other things. Soulmates and fate were a big concept to him too, for example his favorite book character, a headstrong witch who was kind and brilliant, well James had a hunch that in another life they were lovers.

He’d fallen in love just about a million times, and yet something about you was different.

You had caught James’ eye one day as he made the trek to the library to collect his good friend Remus for their group’s usual night’s worth of mischief. Your beautiful eyebrows were pinched together in anger, a sneer on your pretty lips, your voice was loud and firm as you scolded one of the usual culprits (a death eater in the making) for bullying a defenseless first year student.

Your hand clutched your wand intently as you damn near hissed the words, “you wanna try picking on someone who can actually fight back?”

They let out a scoff and left the scene, leaving you, the first year, and unbeknownst to you, James.

The switch between standoffishness and caring came like whiplash. Your tensed frame relaxed as you knelt down in front of the first year (those eleven year olds seemed to be growing shorter and shorter every year). Your dominant hand reached out and gently wiped away the younger child’s tears.

“Everything he said is bullshit,” you began, “he’s angry at the world, looking for someplace to fit in, and unfortunately it’s really easy to fall into the wrong crowd. You haven’t, and he’s jealous of that.”

The kid sniffled, pout still indented firmly on their little lips, “who would be jealous of me?”

You shook your head in disbelief, “plenty of people! You have a gift that a large part of the world’s population doesn’t possess, that’s something to be proud of no matter what other witches and wizards try to tell you. Heck, I’m even jealous of you.”

As you spoke a smile crept its way on the first year’s face, “you are?” They asked.

“Yeah, I am!” You nodded, “you’ve got six and a half more years left at Hogwarts to have fun and run about the castle, I only have another year and a half.”

“This place is pretty cool,” they muttered.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Your face lit up and you stood to your feet, offering the small child your hand so you could walk them back to their common room. You’d never seen the awe-stricken onlooker, but the scene was now burned into James’ mind.

It followed him to the library, where he convinced Remus to follow him to their other friends, a long walk that Remus spent listening to James drone on and on about you. It followed him to his dorm that night, and every other night for weeks leaving the marauders to know every single detail about you. And it most especially followed him to each of the classes you had together where James would stare at you and admire your appearance while daydreaming about you.

It was the third time that week that the scene had followed him to the lunch table when Sirius slammed his palms on the table, “I’m putting an end to this nonsense right now. You either talk to her, Prongs, or I will. And trust me, you won’t like how in depth I will go about those daydreams you’ve been having where-“

Sirius couldn’t even finish his sentence with how fast James jumped in, “alright, alright! I have potions with her next, I’ll talk to her, I swear.”

The statement leaves the marauders satiated in conversation as they finish up their lunch and head to their classes.

In potions, James nearly decides to abandon ship, facing a new anxiety he’d never experienced before when dealing with a girl. He decides that maybe it would be best to keep to himself, too afraid to stumble on his words and make a fool of himself in front of such a pretty girl. All this is until Professor Slughorn proclaims that today’s assignment requires a partner. If there ever was a time to shoot his shot, it’s now.

He takes deep breaths, adjusting his posture and forcing his every step to radiate confidence before he reaches you, “I was wondering if maybe you’d like to be my partner?”

You smile, “I’d love to! Fair warning, though, I’m not the best at potions.”

James bursts out into a giddy grin, “I’m willing to pick up the slack.”

“Unfortunately, I bet I’ll make you eat your words,” nonetheless you collect the ingredients as James collects the supplies.

When everything is together, James reads off the instructions. You follow them with great care, not wanting to make a fool of yourself in front of your new, devilishly handsome potions partner.

You make to slice open one of the ingredients, as the instructions called for, but your knife slips, sending the damned thing hurdling straight towards your face. You close your eyes, bracing yourself for an impact that never comes, reopening them only to be met with the sight of the back of James’ hand.

“Holy shit,” you curse, “did you just catch that?”

James nods, almost surprised at himself.

You shake your head in disbelief, “if you weren’t such a good chaser, I’d suggest you take up seeking.”

Your statement renews James’ confidence, so you’d noticed him too?

“Can I show you how to cut it?” He asks, a smile on his face.

You nod, watching his hands intently, confused when he disappears behind you. You quickly piece together what’s happening when he grabs your hands with his own, handing you the knife and positioning you so that you slice through the ingredient like it’s nothing.

“Great job!” James praises, even though it was him that had done all the work.

You still take the compliment, grinning from ear to ear as he tosses the final ingredient into the potion, creating the rich purple color you were striving for, “we make a really good team, Potter.”

“Oh yeah?” He asks, “well what do you say we see if we make as good of a couple?” You feel blood rush to your cheeks, James further clarifies “Hogsmeade this weekend? Just you and me?”

And you nod eagerly, “I would love that.”

If Sirius thought James asking you out would be the solution to him raving on and on about you all hours of the day, he was sorely mistaken and he was about to figure that out as soon as James stepped into the common room.

[pidgeonishome]

Remus is alone but he isn’t lonely- he’s an INFJ and as an only child werewolf I think he spent A LOT of time just in his own world, especially since he’s such a reader.

Wherever he’s bored or can’t focus on lessons or isn’t enjoying a conversation he’ll just go into an imaginary world and make up random shit like what if he was an author traveling the world to research for a fantasy novel he’s writing and his favorite singer is his editor.

I feel like he’d connect to the world and characters that he’s a lot more in control of over reality and get emotionally attached to it.

Like one day he skips class on his own and the other marauders ask why and he has to avoid them because he’s too embarrassed to admit that his imaginary friend got into a fight over one of the plot lines of their imaginary books and he felt too bummed about it go class.

He’d be nit-picky about all the things in his stories making sense so he’d research things about monsters he fights/potions he makes/places he visits in these hypotheticals and that’s why he’s so smart and bookworm-y.

People would catch him going off into space and when he’s drunk at parties or high in the greenhouses, when he isn’t as aware of himself and he’ll start mouthing the words he’s imagining himself/other characters saying or pulling faces in reaction to whatever he’s picturing and that’s how he gets the nickname “Loony Lupin”.

He thinks he’s alone in this habit until he notices Pandora pacing in the greenhouses (as he was about to go do) and they make fast friends talking about their own imaginary stories and ideas to each other, but not interacting at school or outside when they talk about each other on this topic and recommend books to each other that remind them of it.

[kawaiibarty]

the phantom's game

wow okay, this fic has A LOT of lore. if you don't want to read a fic with a plot full of Plot and Slow Burn then this isn't the fic for you. alternatively, if you're looking for a fic that reads like it should be shoved in the recesses of a dingy library then this might be the fic for you?

masterlist

the fic:

the phantom's game will be incredibly slow in the beginning because it's basically remus just getting his footing in the world of literature and it's building up to the main plot.

this fic will also be written in three parts (but it will be put all together as one fic in case you want to download it or whatever, it also makes reading easier i think) or at least that's the aim. it may end up being more than three (maybe four MAYBE) and the word count aim is around 100k to 120k words. ideally the fic was to have around 40/50 chapters but as of now im really uncertain about the length (even though i know how it ends lol) because, and im such a nerd for this, but i ended up doing some math about fic chapter length compared to the original work and so far ive gathered that for every 1 chapter in the original work i have 2 chapters for my fic and an additional 1.5k words. it took me forever to work that out please clap. counting words in a book is hard.

and also

i feel like it's a testament to the dedication im putting into this fic 😔

the point of view might change from third to first person after part one, which may be a bit confusing so im putting a pin in this idea for now as im not even close to part two (let me know what you think about this!)

characters/relationships

this fic is written from the perspective of remus lupin and the main pairing is wolfstar (remus/sirius). main characters are remus, leo ferox (from the fanfiction all the young dudes), and sirius black. other characters are barty crouch jr, lily evans and her father who is an oc; maurice evans and other characters will be added as i write because i cba to actually flesh it out rn (and also i dont want to spoil). there are also minor relationships that are discussed.

trigger warnings/content warnings:

there are quite a few things that happen in this fic that id like to forewarn you of should you decide to read it. there are discussions of abusive parents, substance abuse and violence. in one of the chapters there will be some dubious consent, drugging, there will be descriptions of murder and violence as well as discussions around mental illness and homophobia. discussions/mentions of suicide!!!!

i will be adding on as the fic goes because i know there is stuff that ive missed.

why am i doing this???

i largely wrote this fic because i got high on meds and some other stuff it was wacko and i had absolutely nothing to do. id completely given up in trying to recover my old zombie apocalypse fic (it's a long story) and i really wanted something that i was familiar with not just because i liked the complex and the idea but because i knew it. iykwim?

it's based on a book i read when i was fifteen that got me out of the second largest reading slump in my life and basically catapulted me into the genre of fantasy realism and the whole dark/chaotic academia scene. i also decided that i would continue writing it after my beta @thestrawberryapologist showed interest in it.

another reason why i continued it rather than trying to piece together a nonexistent zombie apocalypse fic was because i have recommended this book COUNTLESS times but it seems no one i recommended it to seemed to like it.

so this is me saying, very passive aggressively, that the plot IS GOOD :(

i smashed the original book in like 2 days and ive been thinking about it for four years straight. i haven't even gotten to reading the other parts of the series because im still hooked on how THIS specific one was written.

its also a really fun (and for me) a new look into the characters because ive really never written anything this detailed before. the plot is a rollercoaster and you HAVE to stay on your toes with the the original work and i would really really like to reflect that onto my writing.

this is also the first time since i was 15/16 that ive properly attempted anything full length with the means to actually finish it off.

when is it going to be finished?

that's a good question. and one i don't know the answer to. it took me 2 months to get to chapter 4 so... it may take a year or two or 6 months dude but it's gonna be long and it's gonna be full

please don't be shy to ask me about it (though that doesn't mean im inclined to spoil it — which i won't!)

[greenerteacups]

Hi GT, I was reading one of your wonderful responses and you mentioned you don't love what they did to Remus, and I have to say I 100% agree. In my opinion his relationship with tonks is weird (regardless of whether people think he had chemistry with Sirius) like he's at least 10 years older than her and he tries to leave her and it just seems like he goes along with HER infatuation without really caring about her very much. It also puts Tonks back into JKR's frequent dynamic for women, which is "badass who really wants to be with a guy who doesn't seem to appreciate her much" (see Hermione/Ron).

Do you have any further thoughts on that? I always found JKR's writing about women in relationships/who want relationships really weird. You definitely do it better.

JKR has many strengths as a writer, but I don't think anyone would say her romances are one of them. I think a lot of authors either consciously or subconsciously look down on romance as a genre because it's associated with sensuality and frivolousness, but writing and selling the idea that two people should and do want to kiss each other is like, really fucking hard to do, and it requires a certain set of skill checks as an author that not everyone has. Just like writing good horror or good fantasy, good romance has tenets and rules and things you can do to get the audience on board with you, and JKR didn't execute a lot of those things (to my satisfaction, YMMV) in the books. Bad romance is also a high-stakes problem, because it risks flattening out your characters and pitching them into OOC territory if the audience doesn't buy that the dynamic evolution is natural. But again, that's something you don't know if you haven't written romance, or tried to, before.

Mostly, you have to really lean into the vulnerability of the thing. Romance is silly and goofy and embarrassing. It makes you say dumb things and act in dumb ways. It can't be ironic or chilled or demure. At some point, to make a real human connection, someone has to get down, take off their dignity, and bare the rotten core of themselves. When we propose, we kneel on the ground. We get dirty. And all authors have a great terror of embarrassing themselves. They're doing something tremendously vulnerable; of course they want people to think they're cool and intelligent. It's embarrassing to put yourself in the head of a 15-year-old boy with a crush. It's embarrassing to write about a suitor earnestly confessing their love, because — what if this is too much? What if it's corny, what if it breaks the audience's suspension of disbelief? What if my readers are laughing at me? What if I'm the butt of the joke?

Anyway, I think a lot of really great books have terrible romance subplots for that reason. In The Great Gatsby, we never actually see Gatsby and Daisy alone together. We get their story second-hand, from people who can deliver it in a cool, reflective tone of mystery; we don't see them undressed, undone, emptying their hearts to one another. And Nick and Jordan, the romance we actually get to see develop, are easily the weakest plot in the book. Meanwhile, authors like Tolstoy have an incredible gift for writing romance that feels right, and is sensual without verging into purple prose. But Tolstoy is one of the greatest writers of all time. JKR wrote some very good books that a lot of people loved very much, but for her, the romances were accessories to the story. They weren't a focus. I'm certain she cared about Remus and Tonks's relationship, in the same way she cared about Ron and Hermione's relationship. Both take up too much space to explain otherwise.

TLDR: Writing romance is hard because it's really easy to fuck up, even if you care about it. I don't know that JKR put all that much thought into selling us on chemistry and interpersonal dynamics of the couples she threw together; I think she writes for plot, and the couples emerged as a part of that. That means the couples that don't necessarily make sense on paper lose out majorly because the audience doesn't know exactly what they're rooting for, and the couples that do make sense on paper lack a certain... I dunno, va-va-voom.

[roleplayfinder]

hey!! im 17f looking for 16/17+ roleplayers for dimension 20's fantasy high and the seven, the marauders, spider-verse & marvel, and avatar: the last airbender. I only write on discord!

relationships I write for:

FANTASY HIGH + THE SEVEN

• oc / oc (any gender of pairing!)

• fig / ayda (i prefer ayda)

• fabian / gorgug (i prefer fabian)

• fabian / riz (i prefer fabian)

• sam / antiope (i prefer sam)

• sam / zelda (i prefer sam)

• any seven maidens romantic pairing

MARAUDERS

• oc x oc (any gender, marauders or goldentrio)

• james / regulus (i prefer regulus)

• sirius / remus (i write both)

• james / sirius (i write both)

MARVEL

• miles / hobie (i prefer miles)

• steve / bucky (i prefer steve)

ATLA

• katara / azula (i prefer katara)

• ty lee / suki (i prefer suki)

• zuko / sokka (i write both)

I am currently in college and working soooo, just asking for some grace when waiting for a response. like this post/dm me if you wanna chat :D

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[polaroidcats]

Wednesday snippet (antifa wolfstarbucks edition)

Okay so I don't think I was tagged by anyone but this scene has been haunting me ever since I saw that gif yesterday so uhm here is some antifa wolfstarbucks (almost-smut?). idk what this is, also I've never written anything smutty before but I had fun writing it so here it is:

„Ready?“ Sirius grinned at his boyfriends as he plugged his phone into the speakers and raised his eyebrows, making sure they were all set for the evening to begin. James just gave a thumbs up from where he was sitting on the bed, only wearing sweatpants, legs spread out and Remus cuddling up to him, his back against James’ naked chest, nodding excitedly and looking as happy as if James and Sirius had single-handedly ended capitalism just for him. They hadn’t (yet), but what they were about to do would come very close to the communist utopia Remus had always dreamt of... Sirius pressed play and jumped on the bed with a wicked grin, sitting down on James’ and Remus’ legs, straddling them both and taking off his shirt.

Manifesto of the Communist Party. By Karl Marx and Friedrich Engels

Remus could already feel goosebumps on his skin from those few words. Oh Marx, he wasn’t going to last long at all.. The audiobook hadn’t even properly started, Sirius and James were just lazily kissing each other over Remus’ shoulder but he had been turned on for most of the day already, waiting for this very moment, when he finally got to live out one of his biggest fantasies with his two boyfriends.

A spectre is haunting Europe — the spectre of communism. All the powers of old Europe have entered into a holy alliance to exorcise this spectre: Pope and Tsar, Metternich and Guizot, French Radicals and German police-spies.

James was kissing Remus’ neck while his hands explored his torso, sliding underneath his shirt and teasing his nipples while he was softly biting down on Remus’ shoulder. Sirius had both of his hands in Remus’ hair, kissing him once and then whispering into his ear “we’re about to enter a whole new kind of holy alliance here, I hope you’re ready”. The words didn’t make any sense, and shouldn’t have been as hot to Remus as they were but both he and Sirius could feel his cock stirring and starting to get hard already.

Where is the party in opposition that has not been decried as communistic by its opponents in power? Where is the opposition that has not hurled back the branding reproach of communism, against the more advanced opposition parties, as well as against its reactionary adversaries?

James’ hands were still playing with Remus’ nipples, twisting and turning his nipple piercings and teasing him, while Sirius deepened his kisses and started grinding his hips down in very slow, deliberate movements.

Two things result from this fact:

Remus moaned into Sirius’ mouth and grabbed his ass to try and make him grind down faster on his now quickly hardening cock.

I. Communism is already acknowledged by all European powers to be itself a power.

James’ hands slowly moved away from Remus’ nipples, down his torso, tugging at his shirt and trying to lift it over his head. Sirius broke their kiss to help James get Remus out of his shirt, threw it onto the floor and started kissing James over Remus’ shoulder again.

II. It is high time that Communists should openly, in the face of the whole world, publish their views, their aims, their tendencies, and meet this nursery tale of the Spectre of Communism with a manifesto of the party itself.

Remus let out a moan. He loved it so much when he not only got to watch but also feel James and Sirius making out, surrounding him with their love for each other, letting him be part of it. To any observer they might have seemed completely focused on each other, almost ignoring Remus who was wedged in between their half naked bodies, but Remus knew tonight all of this was for him.

To this end, Communists of various nationalities have assembled in London and sketched the following manifesto, to be published in the English, French, German, Italian, Flemish and Danish languages.

Sirius started to move his hips a bit faster, still making out with James over Remus’ shoulder, driving Remus mad with lust for both of them. He wanted to last long, he wanted to enjoy this, but if things continued like this it would be a miracle if he hadn’t come in his pants by the first mention of the Bourgeoisie.

In the spirit of commie Remus - open tag for everyone!!

[1981-the-end-of-an-era]

introduction post ✧

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hi! I'm Evangeline ♡ (I also use Evie, V, and Moons). i'm 17, panromantic, and am absolutely hooked on the marauders atm. (I also have autism, and I think I've developed a new special interest, lol)

This is one of my sideblogs, my main is @th30neal0ne, but I haven't really posted on there a lot :) I'm hoping I'll be able to use this blog to nerd out

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ao3 is thenightyorbisalsoavan, I absolutely love fanfic. Right now I mostly have Fantasy High fanfic uploaded, but I plan on uploading Marauders fics under my moonswrites pseud, which I will link when I upload the first one on there.

This blog is gonna be mostly headcanons, fanfic, and fanart when I can. I'll mostly just be using it to ramble

My time zone is EST. I'll probably upload even in the mid-late afternoons (or at 3 am), and I hope to maintain some level of posting consistency

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fandoms: the marauders, fantasy high, trollhunters, spider-man as a while, spider-man into/across the spiderverse

favourite things to do: read, write, sew, play dnd, painting and drawing, music(i love music)

favourite characters/kins from each fandom: remus lupin, james potter, pandora lovegood, riz gukgak, gorgug thistlespring, jim lake jr., aaargh, blinky, gwen stacy, andrew garfield spider-man

ships: wolfstar, jegulus, jily, pandalily

favourite foods: bacon, pickles, orange sherbert

music interests: the oh hellos, rebecca rea, amelie farren, peggy, hozier, livingston, a lot of movie soundtracks

youtubers i watch: thought potato, the queer kiwi, monster garden, dollightful, eoin reardon

fun facts about me: i wear glasses and am terribly blind, and while i am able to get surgery for it, i probably never will. i also collect lalaloopsie dolls

in case it wasn't obvious already, remus is my favorite ever

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HATE ISN'T COOL, IF I SEE IT, I BLOCK IT

This blog is supposed to be safe for everyone, let it stay that way

ps: i don't know if this is important, but the layout for this intro came from @lilyflowerpot's blog intro. I had a really hard time coming up with a layout for this post. So I just wanted to credit her for that. Don't know if it's really important, but it felt important to me. All of the info and stuff is mine though ♡

creds to picture owners on pinterest !!

[givemetherapyimawritingtravesty]

For @goodboylupin 's RS Candy Hearts (nearly a year late 🙃 but will I ever forget about it? Maybe never ...)

Maybe Never - Three Times Sirius Won’t Shut Up About His Husband, and One Time Remus Won’t

(1)

“You know, MY husband is an author. Writes all kinds of things. See, he started in journalism and then made his way to publishing. These days, MY husband writes high fantasy instead of hard hitting journalism. Though in my opinion it’s still ‘hard-hitting’…” Sirius trails off with a smirk and a nudge to Remus, who is standing beside him, hands in his pockets.

Remus blushes, leaning in to grumble, “Really? Must you talk about me at every opportunity? I thought you wanted to get in and out of this benefit your brother’s hosting. You hate these things.”

“I do. But I love talking about MY husband. All accomplished, supporting me and my art.”

“Like you don’t make well enough money selling under your family name anyway. Will you ever tire of talking about me?”

Sirius hummed, “Maybe Never.”

((2))

Another Sunday brunch with Remus’ parents, another meal sitting back and watching Sirius drone on about him. Remus has already finished eating is sitting with his arms crossed, leaning against the back of his chair and occasionally sipping his tea.

“See, MY husband just submitted his newest work to his editor and so MY husband is taking us on a little vacation to London to celebrate while he waits for edits and feedback. Not that there’ll be much that needs editing, MY—“

“Yes, dear, Your husband. Our son, must you refer to him like that every time, he has a name that we gave him,” Hopes says with a teasing smile. Truthfully she finds it endearing more than anything, but she has to call her son-in-law out on it anyway.

“Yes, I must,” Sirius says matter of factly.

Remus scoffs, “Don’t you think you’ll get sick of it?”

“Maybe Never, so get used to it.”

(((3)))

“So anyway, MY husband loves this recipe. MY husband says it’s the only good think my parents ever gave us, besides me and my brother of course.”

“Sirius, who are you— oh. Hi, instagram,” Remuss says as he sees the phone propped up against a bag of flour.

“Here he is now, MY husband. Say hi everyone.”

The comments flood with greetings as Sirius continues on baking away. Remus walks up to him for a brief kiss.

“Will you ever even consider stopping referring to me so formally?”

Sirius smiles ear to ear, “Maybe Never.”

(+1)

Remus stands beside Sirius at the art gallery opening, glass of champagne in hand and smiling politely at whoever comes by to talk to Sirius about his art. Currently, some gentleman is talking about considering buying some art for his office, something about sprucing up the family practice.

“Well,” Remus interjects during a brief lull in the conversation, “MY husband, I’m sure, would also be more than happy to do some commission pieces for you too, if there is a theme you have or if you wanted something relating to… teeth? Dentistry, correct?”

“Yes, yes, that’s correct. You think that would be something he— you could do?” The man looks from Remus to Sirius.

“Absolutely, MY husband loves the opportunity to create things especially for patrons. I’ll take a business card if you have one and have MY husband reach out later this week.”

“Yes, I will contact you and we can discuss what you might have in mind for the pieces,” Sirius says, extending a hand to shake before turning to Remus as the man wanders away. “Really? MY husband?”

“How’s it feel?” Remus asks with a smirk.

“Will you ever not tease me? I just like calling you mine.”

“Will I? Maybe Never,” Remus whispers as he leans in for a kiss.

[typically-untypical]

Mr. & Mr. Murray

AU: Writer AU

CW: None that I can think of

WC: 871

Date: 12/21/2023

Patton felt the buzzing energy in the room after the last question he answered, people were curious about the next book in the series and he was happy to give out what details he was allowed to talk about. It left everything on a high, but as the next attendee walked up to the microphone, Patton had a feeling they were going to be entering the questions he hated hearing. "Mr. Murray? How do you feel about the darker subject matter of your husband's books?" The man by the microphone was a reporter, his press badge shining in the light. He should know better than to stand that close to the microphone and shout, it reverberated through the room and Patton fought not to grimace. How many of the fans here had sensory issues? That feedback was certainly a nightmare for them. He played with the hem of his skirt before looking over at  one of the event coordinators. Thankfully they knew and went to go turn down the microphone, just in case.

"I love all of Remus' stories," Patton answered with a smile. "I am proud of everything he's ever written and I would never judge him for the content of his books." It was actually more than that. Patton genuinely loved Remus, not just for who he was as a person but also for the things that he wrote. It was interesting that so many people thought the main problem in their relationship would come from a difference in opinion in regards to writing styles. Patton had Remus' books memorized, front to back, cover to cover. He was just that enamored with his husband's creativity.

"Thank you everyone!" The publicist called, "That's all we have time for today." Clearing the hall early would mean anyone who was struggling could find a quiet place to calm down. Also, Patton hated these questions, the ones about him and Remus that seemed to want to pit them against each other. "If you have any further questions please feel free to leave them on the cards in the back. Mr. Murray will do his best to answer what he can."

Patton was led off the stage toward the back area where Remus was waiting, playing a game on his phone with his tongue sticking out. He was so cute. "Hey good lookin, whatcha got cookin?" Remus looked up, his broad smile crossing his face as he immediately put down his phone and opened his arms.

"Somethin hot for you!"

Patton fell into Remus' embrace with a giggle, hiding his face in Remus' neck. "I hate when they ask about 'your books'," He muttered, closing his eyes and letting out a slow sigh. "I don't want to talk about the horror novels. I don't write them to think about them!" Patton and Remus each had very distinct styles of dress and personalities which was why no one would believe that the children's fantasy books were actually written by Remus and the horror books were written by Patton, so they swapped.

"I know Mr. Murray Eel, but you handled the question so well. You deflected like the best of them and found a way to not talk about it. Though I did notice how you were ready to go on one of your 'my husband is so great' tangents." 

"Well it's true," Patton whined, scooting closer to Remus so he could hide from the world. "You're so awesome, and smart, and eccentric, and eclectic, and other big words." 

Remus laughed, pulling Patton in closer and looping his arm behind his back to hold him close. "I think my husband is pretty awesome too," Remus retorted, kissing Patton's neck gently. "He's sweet and kind and caring and compassionate. He uses his fear to write the best horror novels and he bakes the best cobbler."

Patton giggled as Remus' mustache tickled his neck, rubbing in just a way that it made him squirm. "Stooop," He whined pulling away from Remus who stopped immediately, smiling up at Patton. "I'm so lucky to have you."

There was a softness in Patton's voice, something that couldn't be matched by any affection from book lovers or crowds.

"I'm lucky to have you," Remus responded, standing up and taking Patton with him. "I'm going to have to go on soon. Do you want me to take you with me?"

"That's not really appropriate," Patton responded, but didn't remove his arms from around Remus' neck.

"When have I ever cared about being appropriate around your fans."

Patton laughed a little, Remus did have a point, but no, he had his own image to keep up. Everyone seemed to like the smiling dad figure as a staple in the children's literature community. Patton had to keep up his image, because he was helping to sell Remus' books. He wasn't going to betray his husband by giving into the temptation of being carried around the convention. "Maybe next time."

He finally let go and Remus slowly put him down, hesitating in each of his movements. Patton could already tell that they were going to be all cuddled up tonight.

"Next time," Remus whispered, kissing Patton's cheek, lingering for a moment before he took Patton's hand.

@tsspromptmonth

[glacierruler]

D&D AU

Ao3

Masterpost | Next Chapter

Content Warnings: Mentions of Fantasy Racism, Mentions of Assassination/Murder, Mentions of Blackmailing, Thievery

Please reblog my writing!

All rolls will be listed at the end of the chapter, and is notated as rolls

Taglist: @cutebisexualmess @oatmeal-stans-the-trash-rat

The Adventure Begins

Six adventurers, fates intertwined beyond belief, are in the same town. Only two of them have met, having known each other since birth. Other than that, these wanderers have no idea of the existence of the others. Yet, they must meet. They will meet. For they are important to how the kingdom of Schelendor changes, whether it be for the better or the worse, only their choices will tell.

Their journey to the city of Haolewyn is something personal to each of them, Virgil; an urchin who learned to survive on the streets is searching for a dear friend who kept him alive, Roman and Remus; two brothers who ran from their village after an incident that the former refuses to speak about while the latter making a pact with a deity to get revenge, Janus; a criminal who lives in a city further west travelling to see what he can exploit from the nobles there who have something to hide, Patton; on a journey to try to bring peace between the nobles who are on the verge of a war over whose town Haolewyn’s is, and Logan; he is researching magic and how it works to connect to his research on how sorcerer’s magic works. None of them realize just how important they are, but they soon will.

However, they are currently in separate parts of the city, most of them attempting to find the information they need and find a place to rest before nightfall. Remus and Roman however, are currently at the tavern that employed Remus.

Remus’s job was to make and mix the drinks, he also helped out at the distillery a few miles away when needed. Roman entertained the guests at the tavern most nights, although one could find him almost anywhere in the city. As usual, Roman’s performance was astounding the crowd, giving them all something to stare at. Only one heckler could be heard above the noise, only one who had the right to make fun of him.

“Your voice could use a drink or two!” His brother cackled. Rolling his eyes, Roman launched into his story of the night. Another tale of heroes defeating dragons terrorizing crowds, when the doors slammed open. Eyes tore from Roman momentarily to stare and glare at the newcomer who had interrupted the story.

The newcomer of course was Logan, of course. He hadn’t meant to slam open the doors, however that did not stop the patrons of the bar from judging this newcomer with suspicions high, Logan suspecting it due to his orcish heritage, that is until he noticed that the performer was a tiefling. Perhaps this section of the town was different, which was a thought that brought a certain comfort to him. Roman was entranced, as most travellers avoid this bar. Especially those who have something to study, yet he was very aware of the glares heading this individual’s way and gave him a wink before turning to continue the story. Logan was utterly confused as to what the wink meant, but went over to the bar area to find where to request a room for the night. As this had been the cheapest place available, and Logan had not acquired nearly as much funding as his peers, a cheaper place would allow him to save his gold for something of more importance. Still Logan couldn't help but be entranced by the story the tiefling who had winked at him was telling. It was of a grand adventure to slay a dragon in the town of Aqin. It made no logical sense, and usually Logan is one to scoff at stories like that. But for some reason he couldn't this time and he did not understand why. However, unknown to him as it was, it wasn't because of something completely intangible. As long as one believes in fate that is. The reason Logan was so entranced was because of his intertwined destiny with the bard on stage. Remus on the other hand was having the time of his life looking at the wizard who had joined the tavern, especially the books he was reading.

“You a fan of magic?”

Logan looked up, surprised that someone was willingly talking to him as he was almost always avoided.

“Ah… yes! I am currently doing some sanctioned research.”

“Oooh how fancy! Why'd you want the government involved?”

“If I am to be completely honest, I would lack the funding required to conduct this research on my own. Other than the necessary expenditures it is of my professional opinion that I am capable of coordinating the required research independently.”

“Interesting, whatcha wanna learn about magic for? Becoming a wizard? Trying to curse someone as a one off thing?” Remus leaned towards Logan, watching as the taller halforc’s eyes widened a bit.

“Ah, I’m already a wizard. Apologies, I am not in my official robes currently. It was of my opinion that I’d be more agreeable in common clothes.” Logan startled, intrigued at the way the bartender cackled a bit.

“You and my brother would get along well then! Both of you people pleasers to the core!”

“Might I inquire as to who your brother may be?”

“Roman is currently performing! He’s the storyteller! I’m Remus! What d’you go by?”

“My moniker is Logan.”

The two kept chatting for a bit, Logan ecstatic to talk about the research he’d been looking into and completely forgetting about asking for a room. That is until someone else came in.

Janus entered the tavern, having travelled all day to get to Haolewyn. While he was anxious to get started on the blackmail case, he’d mess up horribly if he didn’t get a proper night’s rest.

“Bartender,” he said, addressing Remus who was preoccupied with talking to Logan. “May I ask where I can get a room?”

Logan startled a bit at the sudden voice, turning to look over to where Janus had just entered.

“Yep! What’s your room for? Got someone else coming too?” The eyebrow wiggle confused Logan, as he knew it was meant to mean something yet the connotation of it eluded him. He watched as the newcomer sighed, clearly exasperated at the question.

“If you must know, I require a place to rest. Nothing exciting I’m afraid.”

“Aww. Maybe next time! Here’s your key, we do clean the rooms after each patron leaves, but we do not take any responsibility for any leftover mess! It’s 2 silver a day to stay here!”

“Apologies to interrupt, however this has reminded me that a room would be necessary for me as well.”

“Here’s your key too!” Remus sang, tossing both of them keys. Cackling when the newcomer didn’t seem to catch it.

Just a moment later, Roman’s story ended. And with roaring applause, he made his way over to his brother. Passing a tip jar around for those in the tavern to give him some extra copper (and if he was lucky silver) for such a stunning performance. Watching him talking not only with the halforc from earlier, but the yuan-ti as well, he elected to introduce himself.

“Greetings weary travellers, I am Roman. The main entertainer for this wonderful establishment! I see you’ve met my brother Remus already.”

“Salutations I am Logan. And indeed, it has been delightful conversing with your brother.”

As all three of them turned to look at the fourth companion, it became certainly clear that something about the conversation made them uncomfortable. All of them going through what might have offended the humanoid still unknown to them. Unbeknownst to them, it was just the subject of dropping his name that made him uncomfortable.

Eventually the silence became unbearable for the fourth, and he introduced himself.

“You may call me Deceit.” His voice as smooth as possible, Janus watched the other three process what he had said. If they were smart, they wouldn’t say anything about it.

Turns out, the one named Roman seemed to have a deathwish.

“Oh, so you’re too special to just give out your name? What are you, a government officer?”

“Oooh, are you the officer funding Logan’s research,” Remus chimed in and Janus couldn’t help but slightly wish the assassin he knew was nearby. Sadly they weren’t as this assassin avoids this city for some unknown reason. Which is a very fortunate thing in this case, as if Janus were to have them murdered he would be interrupting fate, and fate is not a thing to be messed with.

Rubbing his temples attempting to avoid his oncoming headache, Janus sighed. “I’m not a government agent—”

“Something a government agent would say.” Roman interrupted quickly.

“I am just not fond of handing my name out to strangers.”

“Like a government agent!” Remus cackled, both twins high fiving each other as Janus looked like he wanted nothing more than to murder someone.

“If it is any consolation Deceit, I highly doubt you have the capability to be in such an esteemed position.”

For some reason, that annoyed Janus even more. Especially since it got Remus cackling even more and Roman snickering at him.

“Ooh yeah, he’s too short!”

“Remus, you can’t be mean to humanoids smaller than you! That’s mean.”

“I was not aware that there was a height requirement to be a government agent.”

However, before Janus could be humiliated even more, the tavern doors opened again. And a rather small, Shadar-kai elf walked in, a glare etched into his face.

The tavern’s mood seemed to sour a bit when they saw Virgil, but he didn’t care. He had enough to not sleep on the streets here, and so he wouldn’t. And why should he be nice when as far as he was aware his friend had disappeared from this city without a trace. What good could come from a city like this. Although where he was from wasn’t any better, at least he had others that he could rely on there.

“Why the long face my friend?” Roman asked, attempting to figure out what was going on with this newcomer who looked a few missteps away from murder.

“I’m looking for a room, not an interrogation,” the elf growled at the tiefling.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize that wanting guests to be happy and content qualified as an interrogation!” Roman sneered back, not enjoying the mood the other brought with him.

“And making fun of me for not divulging my name counts as keeping your patrons happy?”

Roman wrinkled his nose at that, clearly upset that he was getting told off by two different humanoids that he had just met. Thankfully for both Virgil and Janus he did back off, however he did continue to glare at them for a bit. Remus looked between both Deceit and the newcomer, before opening his mouth.

“Apologies but we’re out of rooms for the night. You’re new friendo here just got the last one, you can share if you want!”

“Why in Phythmia would I share with him!” Janus hissed out, feeling completely out of his depth when it came to the tavern owner and his brother.

“I need a room,” Virgil growled, narrowing his eyes at the other, “and I personally don’t care how I get it.”

“What do you mean by th—”

Virgil stormed off, fists tight, and Janus was left stunned as to what had happened with the shadar kai. What none of the four who were left there seemed to notice was that one key thing was missing. At least for a few minutes anyways, as when Janus went to look at his hand, he noticed the disappearance of an important item if he were truly to stay the night; the words of the elf ringing in his ears.

“Something wrong Deceit?” Remus asked, curious as to what had soured the yuan-ti’s already lemony expression.

“That elf stole my key,” he growled in response to the bartender, about to go off on a rant before Remus interrupted him.

“Oooh yeah, that’s gotta suck. Too bad you already paid for the room. We don’t do refunds here!”

“Oh of course not, why would you! Is there anything I could do to get a room at this point?”

“Nope!”

“Of course not.” Janus sighed, scanning the room for any sign of the thief right before someone more interesting caught his eye.

A cleric had just entered the tavern, one that was well dressed too. Patton, was his name, not that Janus knew. His autumn nature was kind and alluring despite how uncomfortable he seemed to be in this environment. Clearly he was knew to this scene, considering his dress and his expression. Nervous as he was, Patton strolled over to the bartender anyways.

“Hi I’m Patton. Do you know of anyone with the name of Gallan?”

Rolls:

Roman: Performance: Roll: 16 Modifier: +8 Total: 24 (performance at the tavern) Logan: Insight: Roll: 10 Modifier: +3 Total:13 (Contested with Remus's persuasion check to see if he trusts him to tell about the research) Remus: Persuasion: Roll: 8 Modifier: +8 Total: 16 (Contested with Logan's insight check to convince the wizard to divulge information Virgil: Intimidation: Roll: 3 Modifier: +7 Total: 10 (Contested with Roman’s Insight roll to keep the bard from questioning him) Roman: Insight: Roll: 3 Modifier: +2 Total: 5 Remus: Deception: Roll: 14 Modifier: +5 Total: 19 (To Decieve Virgil and Janus that there are no more rooms and it’s Janus’s fault.) Virgil: Insight: Roll: Nat 1 (No modifier, just fails) (To see if he believes Remus about the rooms or not) Janus: Insight: Roll: 3 Modifier: +5 Total: 8 (To see if he believes Remus about the rooms or not) Virgil: Sleight of Hand: Roll: 17 Modifier: +5 Total: 22 (To steal Janus’s room key, contested with Janus’s perception. Usually passive, but considering the situation, Janus gets a roll) Janus: Perception: Roll: 14 Modifier: +2 Total: 16 (Contested with Virgil’s sleight of hand check in order to see if he notices his room key being stolen.) Remus: Deception: Roll: 19 Modifier: +5 Total: 24 (Contested with Janus’s insight. Lying yet again to Janus about there being no rooms left) Janus: Insight: Roll: 2 Modifier: +5 Total: 7 (Contested with Remus’ deception to see if there really is no way to get a room.)

[twofacedbelief]

last seen: putting others first - selfishness vs. selflessness redux favourite characters: janus, remy favourite ships: roceit, anxceit, sleepceit, anxceitmus self-insert ships: remance, remanceit oc: stimulation | ira sanders blocked tags: prinxiety, moceit proshipper; don't like? don't read!

Lance • They/Them or Sea/Sear/Seas • Adult Quoiromantic & Bi/Ace • Autistic

Otherkin: Water/Ocean/Faerie • Former endogenic system

currently writing: belief is deceit is belief & Photophobia

Canon setting

Modern setting

Antemori Shores Music and Memories [anxceit]

Fantasy of Eldritch and Gifted [dukexiety, dukesleepceit, rosleepceit]

[links to be added later, au names and layout may change]

Collabs with @anxiouslyfred vampiceit - canon setting, janus is a vampire disguised as a snake, anxceitmusleep dnau - remus gets into dna tests, janus' dna keeps changing, janus has an identity crisis mafiau - fake marriage turn into taking over a mafia, dukexiety, rosleepceit, freed androids becoming family dragonau - janus is a dragon that hoards boyfriends [needs better description]

AUs from the 4 year break idolau - remy is an idol forced to be the face of scandals, janus is a barista with a dark past, virgil is a bartender trying to save money, roman is struggling to get a role, remus probably has a job and a home, oh and most of them live in the same shitty building marvelau - janus get spider powers, janus is very hot, spideypool, dukexiety, future sleepceit, one-sided roceit

AUs that I think about belief!dee - deceit used to be belief, king is the only one who knows, qpp kingceit, roceit, remus has abandonment trauma, remus is obsessed w roman [belief is deceit is belief] fakimals - remus is thought to be the only dark side because virgil and janus are always in animal form, the animals will still pop up if they disagree with something, ignoring the animals doesn't end well, qpp anxceit, slow roceit local cryptids au - schrodingers sleepxiety -> creepxiety, lomile, roceit, tobus, logan raised the twins, remy and virgil raised dee, virgil's youtube audience has lots of questions, remy owns fluidi-tea the coffee shop [local cryptids] ts magic au - ironshell, deceit has too many people attracted to him, deceit is the only human, fae shouldn't be trusted but also the twins are fae

Other AUs art heist au, bread au, fairytale au, garbage au, haunted motel au, ill-fitting powers, kingceit human au, powerswap au, pride!roman au, sideswap au, soft vibes au, snakely escape au, the coincidence au, toddler dee au, ts sunflower au, ts tangled au, ts witch au, unexpected roommates au, wtnv au

Dead AUs crazy ex au, dead spouses au, deceit too au, hogwarts au, parent teacher au, soulmate wings au, the high school au, ts avatar au, ts mythology au, ts universe au, twin omens au, yet another youtube au

[braveclementine]

Introductions

Warnings: None

Copyright: I do not own any Twilight characters or locations. I do own Davina Mikelson and Marcel. I also own the backstory for my OC. I do not condone any copying of this.

Davina P.O.V.

I looked up at the small, light pink Victorian house that stood in front of me. It looked rather large from the front, what with the. . . gazebo. . .looking thing. . . I don't know what it's called- house attachment to the side and the tower where my bedroom resided, but in reality, it was very small on the inside. It didn't extend very far back.

It was probably the one day out of the year that it wasn't raining in Forks, and for that I was grateful. The sunlight made the house look even more welcoming, the light shining through the glass of the windows.

I didn't really dread the house, though it had been some years since I had been here. More than ten.

Forks, Washington. Named after a common eating utensil. Population- not enough for people not to notice me.

Not that people wouldn't have noticed me anyways.

For one thing, my name was Davina Michaelson. And the only thing I could say about it was that I was glad my last name wasn't spelled Mikelson, because the teasing was bad enough already.

My mother had been ecstatic when she married my father. She had been determined to name me Elijah or Kol or Niklaus or Rebekah when I was born. She was a huge Vampire Diary fan and as a consequence, so was I. Luckily, I got named Davina instead because of my dark brown, almost black, hair and being a girl.

For another thing, I was a complete geek. My favorite things to say were lines from Harry Potter, when conversing about politics I quoted Tom MacDonald, and whenever someone asked if I knew an interesting fact, it was always about animals and usually something sexual.

Did you know that if Female Ferrets don't have sex when they go into heat they die?

I couldn't read enough books. Kane Chronicles, Percy Jackson, Spirit Animals, Red Queen, Hunger Games, Maze Runner, anything fictional, fantasy, and mystical.

Not to mention, reading said books had given me a non-existent romantic life as all of my standards had been lifted by Severus Snape, Lucius Malfoy, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, Elijah Mikelson (basically all the Mikelsons minus Finn), Damon Salvatore, Alaric Saltzman, Enzo, Marcel, Newt, Minho, Gale, etc.

And then, there's my favorite app- Wattpad.

Sorry, I get it, it's a notorious fanfiction app, but still, that's why I read it. It's basically the only way for me to feel like an actual character in Harry Potter marrying Severus Snape or The Originals marrying Damon Salvatore.

AND SMUT! Except I really hate authors that rob you of reading that juicy part of the book. I mean, if you're going to put the mature label on your book, you might as well write in deep detail, right?

Basically I was on Wattpad 24-7.

But I mean, there's something about older men that's absolutely. . . enticing. Of course, completely illegal but you know, Hollywood made all the older guys hot so we're all fucked up.

Anyways, what was I saying?

Oh right, yes, sticking out in Forks.

So let's see, girl who moved away and came back, nineteen year old going to high school, complete geek. . . missing anything?

My looks I guess.

I'm average. Not slender, not fat. Not extremely beautiful, not entirely ugly either. Average. Someone who normally could've blended in if she had lived here her entire life. Plus I had green and blue streaks in my hair, and I couldn't imagine anyone else in this town having streaks. Not that I had many streaks, and with my dark hair, they barely stood out.

Any more details?

Heart shaped face, doe eyes, brown eyes that matched my hair, not extremely pale skin, but not overly tan either considering I had moved here from Kentucky. Slap in the mild ADHD and OCD and you have me!

Mild meaning I'm not overly ADHD or OCD, mild enough that most people don't notice it if they don't know me well, and even if they do, I'm pretty good at hiding it.

So, what exactly brought me to Forks?

Hmm, good question, be sorry you asked.

I had lived in Forks as a young girl, my best friend being Sam Uley- should see how he's doing now that I'm here- and my parents lived here for a while.

Dad had been in the military and we'd resided in Forks for a few years while he was on leave with his new son- who had the unfortunate luck of being called Kol. I think mom found it funny. Davina and Kol. Now that I've watched the show, I think it's rather disturbing.

But when I was about eight, we moved away to Fort Knox, Kentucky. For the majority of my life, I lived on the base. So I was well trained in martial arts, military tactics, and how to use different guns. I mean, not like they actually taught me, but when I got bored of school, I left, and would sneak into the training room, crouching down in a corner, behind a blind spot of a camera, and look out through the mats.

Mom had signed me up for Tae Kwon Do and Gymnastics when I asked. Everything else I learned from sneaking around and spying.

Anyways, when I turned seventeen, there was a big. . . to-do in the camp. Someone betrayed the soldiers and the camp was destroyed. My parents and brother died. I was one of the very few survivors.

School was put to a stop, I was shifted into foster care while I waited for some relative to come and get me. No relatives showed, I spent year eighteen working and saving money to buy a plane ticket- not even a car- so that I could get here, to Forks, where our home was.

And once I was in Forks, I had access to all the money that mom and dad left me in their will so that was fantastic. I'd still have to work though if I wanted to keep the house.

But it also meant that I could go back to school and get my high school diploma. . . how embarrassing. But no one had to know. No one was going to know.

I carefully fit the bronze key into the locked door, giving it a turn, and then pushing in, turning it. I had never been good with keys and locks, and this house was old.

Luckily, it gave and the door opened. I wrinkled my nose. Well, I was going to have to open all the windows and let the breeze in.

I set the suitcases down by the door, inside, flipping the light switch on. It took a minute for the lights to respond before the house lit up.

I moved around the house, opening all the windows- the ones that would open at least- before moving back downstairs to take care of the furniture.

When we'd left, we'd covered all the furniture with plastic. Now, I took a pocket knife- one I had carved myself with my limited artistic ability- and started working on undoing the plastic carefully, releasing the furniture from its suffocation.

Then there was the cleaning, washing windows, wiping down counters, sweeping the wooden floors, vacuuming the carpeted floors, taking out dishes to wash and then put back away, and unpack my suitcases before finally declaring myself done for the day.

I closed all the windows- just in time as the rain decided it wanted to greet me too- and then headed upstairs, flopped on the bed, and fell asleep without even bothering to look around.

[When you look up circular bedrooms to help get inspiration and they just show you circular beds instead  😑 ]

I woke up, stretching, trying to remember what day it was and if I had anything important I was supposed to be doing. I slid out of bed, taking a look around the slightly familiar bedroom. My bed was built into the wall, and there were two of them as mom had been expecting twins with me- the other not making it.

Across from the beds was my desk, white, clean so far as I hadn't had a chance to do any homework there, along with a pink chair. The bean bag was in the middle of the room, my purse hanging on the door handle.

Adjacent to the beds, across from the window of the tower, was my closet. Because of the circular shape of the room, it was a walk in closet. Shirts and pants hung on one side, bathing suits, dresses, and seasonal clothes were on the other side. I had about three pairs of shoes- sneakers, combat boots, and one pair of heels that were probably too small for me.

By the closet doors was a small bookcase, holding only my favorite books. Hanging above the bookcase was a Harry Potter calendar for eleven years ago. I would have to get a new one.

(minus all the shoes)

I pulled out my phone to check what day it was and sighed in disappointment.

The day I got to start school.

Wonderful.

Grumbling, I headed to the closet, pulling on skinny, light-blue jeans, a long-sleeved olive-green shirt, and my black combat boots. I also grabbed the leather jacket, sliding it over my arms. I grabbed my old backpack, a Hufflepuff themed one with all sorts of pins from every world possible, slinging it over my shoulder and heading downstairs.

As I had no food in the house, my main priority for now was figuring out how I was going to get to school.

I really needed a car.

On a habit whim, I grabbed one of my books, shoving it into my bag, making my way out the front door.

The rain was holding off, but the sky was gray, the air was moist, and I just knew it was going to at least drizzle.

So I grabbed my blue butterfly decorated umbrella too.

My stomach growled with protests as I locked the door, making my way down the empty driveway and then I paused, glancing at the garage. Oh dear.

Hesitantly, both hopeful and not hopeful, I pushed the garage door up. My heart sank and soared at the same time.

I was wrong- I did have a vehicle.

Dad's old Harley Motorcycle sat in the garage. It was a beautiful machine that I had always loved as a kid and my mom had detested calling it 'a death trap'. It was a beautiful shiny teal colour with two large silver containers on the sides that held whatever you wanted to put in there. It would fit two people on the black leather seats.

The good part about the motorcycle was that I now have a vehicle to get myself back and forth to school. The bad part was the 24-7-365 schedule for rain.

I pursed my lips. I could walk or I could ride the motorcycle and put a tarp over it during the day to keep it dry. I could also stash sets of dry clothes in the carriers so that if I had to change my clothes, I could. My bag could easily go in the other one. Along with the umbrella and anything else I needed, which was never much.

I started to grin, feeling lighter now that all of my problems were starting to disappear.

Oh, today was going to be fun.

[robertsmithclone]

Roleplay :}

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* favorite ship

+ favorite au

^ not as knowledgeable with the fandom

|fandoms|

newsies (more movie than musical)

characters

• jack

• davey

• race

• katherine

ships

• javid *

• sprace *

• jacktrack

•newsbians

marauders

characters

• regulus >

• barty

• james

• remus

ships

• jegulus *

• bartylus

• moonchaser

the maze runner

characters

• thomas

• newt >

ships

• minewt

• newtmas *

star wars ^

characters

• luke

• padmé

• anakin

ships

• skysolo

• obikin

|aus/tropes|

• high school

• college

• roommates

• fantasy

• hanahaki disease +

• canon universe (not necessarily plot of movie/show)

• summer camp

• soulmates +

• office

• band/rockstar +

• famous in general

• coffee shop

• flower shop/tattoo shop

• fake dating +

• high school teachers

• bookstore

• apocalypse

• camp counselors

• arranged marriage

• road trip +

• cowboys

• enemies to lovers

• friends to lovers

• star crossed lovers

• sunshine x grumpy

• age gap (LEGAL!!)

• ghost x human

• super rich x runs own bookshop

• doctor x patient

• neighbors

• one bed +

• forced proximity

note:

when i roleplay, it’s usually a couple paragraphs per response. i like to write with things involving eating disorders, self harm, anxiety, just all in all mentally unwell characters. i understand if you’re not comfortable with all these things, but don’t let that deter you from messaging me! i don’t take these things to crazy extremes and usually it’s just part of the characterization. for example if self harm is one of your triggers i will gladly exempt that from my writing.

[lunapwrites]

Rules: Recommend us 3 of YOUR fics: 1 that is “most popular” and 2 that are “hidden gems!” Then tag some folks.

Thank you very much @wanderingbandurria for the tag!! I appreciate you, friend <3

So for my "most popular" fic, I think it's actually for him. which is kind of lovely. I think it probably ticks the most checkboxes for folks in general without being full of things people maybe aren't cool with. And also getting to hear about Remus being an Actual Stupid Teenager is always fun (no offense to any teens out there, this is me @ me, the stories are all at least half based on true stories among my own friends lol.)

Now for the two fics that I think are a bit underrated, I'm going in terms of overall stats vs how much I, personally, enjoy them lol.

First and foremost, there's Where the Wild Thyme Grows. I had such a blast writing this one, and like... if you're down for Witcher vibes (which were accidental, but exist nonetheless) and Chaotic!Neutral Remus, Dad!Sirius, and the most wholesome Harry/Ron friendship you ever did see, all framed within a high fantasy/horror mashup, then please give this a look -- even if just out of sheer curiosity. XD

With the last one... if I go by straight stats, then it's three knocks upon the door. HOWEVER, that one does tend to get recced around the femslash circles which makes me feel all the warm squishy feelings about the best murderwives. So because of that, while it's getting a mention here (because I adore it) it's not the one I'm going to call out and therefore link.

That dubious honor instead goes to Ouroboros. This one is what happens when you take anger and grief and you roll it into a little case study on forgiveness and stuff all of that into a story about Remus and Lyall. It's easily one of the most emotionally devastating pieces I think I've written, so enter with caution and mind the tags. BUT if you're up for some Big Existential Sad with a soft landing then this might scratch the itch.

And if you do happen to read any of them, I'd love to know what you think! Whether that's in comments on AO3 or if you just wanted to reach out here. I'm always happy to hear from people! :)

As for tagging... I am going to tag @inmyownlittlecorner5, @bluesundaycake, and @the-francakes -- though feel free to pass your tag on if you've already done this! <3 And of course anyone else who would like to jump on the train (I would have tagged more but I'm trying to be cognizant of the fact that it's NaNo month and y'all are busy with Too Many Fests and stuff okay. XD)

[ddejavvu]

Hiii Mei, any advice or tips on how to romanticize school and studying and survive high school without friends? I will die if I don't get academic validation, okay thank u bye ily <3

if you're a harry potter fan it's very easy because you can channel your inner remus lupin (or i suppose hermione if you're not into the marauders) but i like classical music playlists, you can either make your own or find them on youtube, sometimes they're geared towards specific fantasy scenarios like living in an old gothic mansion during a rainstorm or something like that, and you can also put on ambiance videos, there's some for medieval taverns, for old libraries, etc etc but i like to pair music with rain sounds if it's not an overall ambiance!! my go-to for writing and studying are classical music playlists paired with rain sounds and that gets me through every essay i write <3 also, spend time in the library! the atmosphere is so easy to romanticize <3