She’s here! May I present:
Not Enough to Save You
(Lesbian Wolfstar, Oneshot, 8k) (aka Remus Lupin is Joan of Arc)
Summary:
The Princess gave her a fond look. “Truthfully? I needed a friend.”
It was such a thing for a Princess to say, to anyone, really, but especially to Remus. Dirt under her fingernails, clad in boy's dress, scraping through battle with borrowed weapons, Remus. Barely even Jeanne d’Arc yet.
Remus could not even laugh, it was so absurd. What was worse was the swelling of warmth in her chest at the Princess’s words. Of course, she was used to aching for the impossible, the Patron Saint of Lost Causes- a farmhand!- dust on her knees and God behind her eyes. And she’d always looked twice at pretty girls. She looked a third time at the Princess, and realized she’d be hard pressed to tear her gaze away again. “I’m happy to be of service.”
~Remus is Jeanne d'Arc. Sirius is a French Princess. Can I make it anymore obvious?~
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Did you know that Jeanne is the French feminization of the name John? Something to consider! 🤔
Anyway, please enjoy:
-Remus in a suit of armor
-possibly even more religious blasphemy than the demon baby cult fic
-girls kissing in 15th century France while being plagued by psychic visions of fire
-“More smut than I would have expected in the Joan of Arc fic!” (According to Mel)
Bon appetit!
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There are many things Harry would rather be doing than this. He’d rather be in a room of all his exes and be told how shit he was to each and every one of them in excruciating detail. He'd rather be forced to listen to Kidz Bop on repeat until he curses the day he ever met Mitch Rowland as he descends into hell while kids sing Late Night Talking in the background. Hell, Harry would even rather get every single of his teeth pulled, without any numbing or anesthesia, to get horrible veneers in their place, the kind that you can tell with one glance that they’re fake.
Getting makeup done for a tell-all interview with his ex-bandmate and ex… whatever isn’t something he was gunning to do when he woke up that Wednesday morning.
things could be worse. harry doesn’t know what could be worse than being forced to do a tell-all interview with his ex friends with benefits that he still harbors feelings for, the only person he could ever see a future with, the person who truly hates him so much, he can’t help but hate him right back. but surely, worse things have happened at sea, right?
make sure you kiss your knuckles before you punch me in the face (24.6k)
written as a part of the the @bottomlouisficfest
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DEREK HALE
for @renmackree @kittenstiles and @anothersigh
Stiles Stilinski moodboard
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Of course once my cold is finally just on its way out I get my dumb stupid period 🙄 fuck offff
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