imjusthereforwolfstar

she/her | 30+ | Sweater Weather/Wolfstar

[lumosinlove]

Rouge…

[lumosinlove]

Some Alex for this June day <3

[lumosinlove]

Breakaway is occupying my brain 24/7 and it’s not even out yet 😂 Could you give us a snoop pretty please?

this brings me joy!!!

“We could get…” Finn nods to a sign. “Library hot chocolate.”

I follow his gaze to a small stand with a steaming cup painted on a sign.

“We’re at a football game.”

“Yeah, but—I don’t know, I sort of feel like every hot chocolate I get with you should be library hot chocolate.”

I adjust my beanie, pulling it lower as our breath fogs between us. “Ouais, I want.”

I stay close to his shoulder as he walk through the crowds. I guess he doesn’t want to lose me because suddenly he’s reaching behind his back and he’s got his hand around my wrist. The crowd presses in so close that all of our coats just become a blur of sheeny fabric and snow dewing up on fabric, so. So.

I turn my palm up into his and lace our fingers together.

When he squeezes back, I just don’t think winning a trophy could be better than that.

When he looks back over his shoulder and smiles at me…

Well, suddenly we’re out of the crush, and his hand slips out of mine easily before the open air but he throws that arm around my shoulders and keeps me close. He stops in front of the vendor and looks up at the menu as if there’s so much to choose from. But it’s really only hot cocoa and adding peppermint to it.

“Do you feel the way about peppermint as you do about mint tea?”

“Mm…” Wrinkle my noise. “Non. Just the chocolate.”

I don’t realize I’m expecting, waiting, wanting him to order for me until he’s doing it.

“Hi there, we’re looking for…” And he looks up at the menu just to give the girl behind the counter some time because she’s just dropped a stack of empty paper cups.

“Sorry, sorry,” she says, rising and tapping at the register. “Sorry, I—yeah. Cool. What can I get you?”

“No, all good, we were still deciding.” Big smile. Blinds me and it’s not even aimed at me. “Could we just do two hot chocolates, please? Love the idea of peppermint, but no peppermint.”

I tilt my temple onto his shoulder, then realize what I’m doing and stand up straight. His arm gets heavier around me.

“Any whipped cream on that? Marshmallows?”

“Yes to both for one, but not the other.”

I go for my wallet but Finn nudges me no and pays with a wrinkled twenty dollar bill. Shows me there’s a heart written by someone in pen on it, blue ink, then hands it over. We step aside to let the next person go up and I lose a few seconds pretending we’re alone. And different. And that I’m better.

He leans back against a wall as we wait, sneaker toes touching mine. “Library doesn’t ask us if we want whipped cream.”

I shake my head. Step one toe just barely over his with a left foot. He does the same with our other pair.

[lumosinlove]

What do you say to those saying you can’t play against some of your—former teammates?

I say they sound pretty stupid.

[karasuno910]

wolfstar on a train

didn't spend as much time refining this one, but I like it anyway ✨️🌙

[lumosinlove]

v snoop??

!!!!

Remus winced but accepted one of the temporary tattoos before beginning to climb the stairs. “You’re not putting this on my body.”

Thomas gave his ass a light tap from behind him. “Please?”

“I’m putting it on my body,” Leo said.

Remus looked over his shoulder at him, smile sharp. “Of course you are, rookie.”

Leo scoffed and blushed at the same time. “Technically, you are the—”

“The groom!”

Remus turned to find Lily and Natalie waiting at the top of the stairs wearing—

“Oh Jesus,” he sighed.

Natalie turned on one heel, hand on her hip over a shirt—Sirius’ face again—that read We’re Getting Sirius above a drawing of a diamond ring.

“Don’t worry,” Natalie said. “There’s one for you.”

“Fantastic.”

Remus squeezed them tightly though as they put their arms around him, then looked around the top floor of the bar, the open full-length doors that led out to a lake view. The breeze coming in made what looked like a thousand red and gold streamers flutter. Marta behind the bar, who Remus had all but grown up with, waved and pointed at a Sirius tattoo on her arm.

“T,” Remus said softly. “What…”

“Leo helped,” Thomas said. “Noelle, too.”

“You—Leo, wow. I take it all back.” Remus looked over at Leo. “You can wear Sirius’ face tattoo wherever you want.”

[fruitcoops]

Billow

Starting off my fourth year of Fic O'Ween (!!???) with...gahdamn, a degree and a half, a new apartment in a new city, a cat, and my favorite fest regulars. I'm so glad we all agreed this first prompt belongs to the most lovestruck firehouse in North America :) Godspeed, Wingman Knut, somehow the official work boyfriends are gonna be worse than a couple years of will-they-won't-they. Sweater Weather-based characters belong to @lumosinlove, prompts are from @noots-fic-fests!

Firefighter/ EMT AU Coops: First Burn, Spark, Quicken, Slowburn

Cubs: Kindling & Embers, Smokey Bear (Cub)

*Fic O'Ween 2025, Day One: "Oh, he's hot under that mask."

Remus still had the shirt. He was pretty sure he was allowed—encouraged, even—to keep it. It sat in his dresser, neatly folded, the kind of gift that said I like you and come back. He worked so hard for every little thing, through every grueling hour. He hadn’t even worked for the shirt, not really, unless you counted…well. But he had done all that without the expectation of literally wearing Sirius’ clothes to work like he was broadcasting ‘I GOT LAID’ to all his closest friends and coworkers.

He didn’t know what to do with it. Any of it. He had meant to give the shirt back by now, and it wasn’t like he was lacking in opportunities (as Leo so delighted in reminding him). He hadn’t yet stooped to wearing it to bed, but if it didn’t end up back in Sirius’ safe possession soon, Remus feared it would just be his forever.

Somehow, that wasn’t so bad.

A bark of laughter across the garage made him bite the inside of his cheek. The corner was still chapped from Sirius’ visit last night; the collar of Remus’ hoodie still smelled like him. He didn’t really need to wear that shirt to bed when he could bring the real thing with him three nights a week, did he?

“This is why they only do gear day once a quarter.”

Remus chucked a gauze pad across the table. Leo caught it, laughing, and flicked it right back.

“Losing our top paramedic for four to six hours just can’t be a sustainable business model,” Leo continued with a dramatic tap of their alcohol wipes. “New notice: no shoulders allowed in the workplace.”

“I should’ve stayed home sick that day.”

“Yeah, I bet your throat hurt real bad.”

“Oh my god.”

Leo’s gaze slid away. His lips pursed in a low, appreciative whistle. “Oh, he is hot under that mask.”

“Knutty,” Remus hissed. He wanted to look. He wanted to look so bad. Sirius would be a little sweaty from training, hair curling at his nape. He liked to prop his helmet up and out of the way at the perfect angle to hold his hair out of his eyes. Remus preferred it when he raked a hand through the front, if only for the flex of a bicep he got as a treat.

Leo’s front teeth flashed as he bit his lip. “Mm. Fine as fuck, Loops, I’ll give you that.”

“I will end you,” Remus threatened. “They can’t afford to fire me.”

“He’s coming over.”

“No, he’s not.” Leo smiled, waving at something behind Remus with his free hand. Sudden onset desperation crept up Remus’ spine. “Leo. He’s not.”

“You two look busy.” A voice like the bite of a smooth whiskey. Wax paper crinkled in Remus’ palm.

“Yeah, real nice of you to come check on us,” Leo said, sweet as pie. “How’s the gear?”

“Smells like shit.” Sirius gave a sage nod as he lowered himself to the floor, impossibly long legs folding beneath him. He smelled good. Like a clean apartment, like home. Remus felt his jaw twitch with how tight his teeth were clenched. A smile and a kick to his knee found him at the same time. “Hi.”

“Hi.”

Leo pushed himself off the ground in one fluid motion. “Heading to the bathroom, be right back.”

Sirius spared him only a glance as he went. His attention returned to Remus with palpable weight. He needed to find a cure for that, soon, or he was really truly fucked beyond belief. “How’s James?” he finally managed.

Bingo. Sirius lit right up for him. “He’s good! We’re getting dinner after shift, maybe playing some pool.”

“Jill’s?”

“Always,” Sirius scoffed. He leaned forward slightly, elbows on his knees like Remus had earned all his focus. The lights played in his clear grey eyes and turned them to a smooth sea-blue. “You’re thinking hard.”

“Hmm? Oh, yeah.” Remus laughed a little at himself. The heat was simmering up his neck again. Even the coolness of a pass of his hand did nothing. “Yeah, sorry, been a long morning.”

“Tell me about it.”

“I liked breakfast, though.” Omelets and bacon, flipped by Sirius’ practiced hands. “That was nice.”

Remus had gotten good at noticing the color in his cheeks since their whatever began. Tart-cherry right off the rig, then pretty in pink when Remus kissed him in the morning. It touched him now, stark in the lights and against his dark scruff. Sirius bumped the toe of his boot against Remus’ own. “There’s more where that came from.”

“I know.” Remus bumped him back. “There’s fresh bacon in my fridge.”

His smile (like everything else about him) was big this time. Unabashed and genuine, crinkling his nose and the corners of his eyes. It matched the laugh that filled the garage and had kept Remus company on their later, quieter nights. “Good,” Sirius said, nodding. “Okay, good.”

“Just saying, it’s there if you want it.”

Sirius laughed at him and his faux-casual offers for real that time. “Yeah, I do.”

“Good.”

“You’re unbelievable.”

“I try.”

Sirius jerked his chin at the bathroom door. “Someone better check on Knut. Been in there for a while.”

“He’s a good rookie. Knows where he should be at all times to maximize efficiency.”

“Which is why he flagged me down, I’m sure. To keep you supervised during his medical crisis.”

Remus snorted, tossing a ball of KT tape between his hands. It had been a long five hours since he was sat on Sirius’ kitchen counter. He felt the tension bleed out of his shoulders with every passing minute spent knee-to-knee with his sorta-kinda-maybe-boyfriend. He wondered if Sirius would let him take a couple of those qualifiers out, if he asked nicely. He caught the tape ball with one hand when Remus lobbed it at his chest. “I’ll give him two more minutes before I slide some Imodium under the door as a warning.”

Sirius’ eyebrows pitched. “Two minutes? That’s all I get?”

“I was going to staple it to his bag for acting up this morning,” Remus informed him, stretching one leg out with a grimace at the ache in his hip. “But I like him a lot, and this was nice, even though he’s absolutely listening to every word we say and texting his boyfriend on company time.”

“Not my boyfriend!”

“Sorry, his booty call,” Remus corrected, stifling a grin as Sirius hid his laughter in his shoulder. Proximity still thrilled him like a first date. He was so warm it made Remus’ chest throb around his pounding heart.

“Not that, either!” the muffled voice called again.

He landed one kiss behind Sirius’ ear before lifting his head again. “I still have that Imodium and a really nice stapler,” he warned. “One minute left, or I’m gonna do it and leave your bag next to the trucks.”

He could picture Leo’s frustrated scrunch-face so vividly in his head. It was almost as satisfying as Sirius’ knuckle tilting his chin over for a kiss, gentle and close-lipped and chaste enough for a nun—or, more importantly, Dumo’s sensibilities. “Thirty seconds,” Sirius whispered against his mouth. “You’re coming for dinner?”

“Nah, you have fun with James. He misses you.” Remus kissed him again. “But I’ll come for pool. If I’m still awake.”

“Jill’s,” Sirius repeated. “Eight-thirty.”

“Breakfast at mine. Seven o’clock sharp.”

“I’ll be there.”

The sink in the bathroom turned on with a loud, dramatic rush and some very intentional banging around, to Sirius’ visible disappointment. Remus smiled. “I know you will.”

[lumosinlove]

A little snoop of my first person Breakaway which has stolen my heart...Finn watching Lo look around his childhood room when Finn brings him home for Thanksgiving his first year... <3 happy fall everyone!!

He goes over to my dresser and mirror—glances at himself—and looks at the photographs there. Lots of Alex and me. Picks up one and holds it before showing me.

“Who?”

“Sasha,” I say, looking at her and my own grinning faces pressed close to the camera. “High school girlfriend. Two years. We’re still good friends. She’s at Brown.”

“Mm.”

“Anyone in high school?” I ask, leaning back on my elbows on the bed. “For you? I never asked.”

He goes a little tense, I think, and I almost change the topic but— “Nothing, like…I mean, it was so much hockey. All boys at my school. And the parties, the girls school comes, alcohol, running off, and we were all sort of…” Big sigh. “I don’t know the word.”

“Describe it?”

He sets the frame of Sasha and I down and—weird kid—opens my top dresser drawer. It’s kind of mindless, like he’s more busy thinking, but he stares at my socks and folded underwear.

“Just sex. Making out. Kind of…” He moves his head in a rushed motion.

“Frantic,” I guess. “Got a time limit.”

Shuts the drawer. “Yeah.”

The little model of the planets that I made in seventh grade is his next target. He touches the fragile rings on the small Saturn, then looks over his shoulder at me.

“I like space.”

See, this is what I am always trying to tell people. Logan is not quiet. He’s just—he’s not always comfortable. This is comfortable Logan. Intense. Curious. This is one of the first times I’m really seeing it. Doesn’t occur to me until much later that it was because it was just us, away from school. I’d learn that lesson nice and quick.

“Same,” I say. "The stars.”

“Mhm.”

“How do you say it in French?”

“Les étoiles dans l’espace.”

“Excuse me?”

He laughs and picks up my copy of Moby-Dick. Pretends to lift it like a weight. “Une étoile. Star. Un espace. Space. The stars in space. Les étoiles dans l’espace.”

“Une…I don’t think my tongue’s going to do that.”

“Non, I don’t think so.” Touches my curtains, the medals I have from hockey camps dating back to when I was six. Looks out my window, down at the street. “Thanks for having me.” He turns again, and he’s holding one of the little cars I have on my window sill. It looks so, so small in his strong hands. Tight smile. “Really didn’t know what to do.”

“I already told you, Tremz, of course.” Spread my arms. “Sorry you gotta sleep with me.”

He laughs. “Whatever.”

Logan showers, like he always does. Leaves puddles all over the floor, like he always does. Something about being home makes me forget, though, and I soak my socks.

[lumosinlove]

And I’m never gonna love again.

(Halloween is coming up and sad cowboy Harzy is on my mind)

[lumosinlove]

happy happy birthday to the sweet beautiful finn o’hara🥰🥰

🥰

[lumosinlove]

Distance is…Look at your beautiful face, you’re not made for distance. I’m not. We’re not. You’re Logan Tremblay, and I need you close to me.

[lumosinlove]

I don’t know. Something in me knew we’d need our spots. Some part of my brain was already taking out a map and putting a sheet of translucent paper over it to draw out the places where no one would ever find us. It’s a lot of closed doors here for a while. Ironic, when you consider that Logan makes me feel blown wide open.

[imjusthereforwolfstar]

So I'm a lot late, but here is my contribution to O'Knutzy Week. Huge thanks to @oknutzy-week-2025 for organizing such a fun fest, and for @lumosinlove for giving us such beautiful characters and allowing us to play with them.

Prompt: "Ooh, look, a puppy!"

One Saturday that Summer

It was summer in Gryffindor and Logan was home. The Stanley Cup Finals were over, the Cup Parade had ended, and training camp didn’t start for another 2 months. Now his favorite pizza place was around the corner, he had already visited the buzz of his favorite rink, and placed his keys in his favorite bowl on the counter. Well, most of the time, anyway. It had been a week now, and Logan felt more settled than he had since January.

Saturdays in the summer saw the farmer’s market in Gryffindor City center. Logan looked forward to those summer days the most. Farmer’s Market mornings were lazy, slow start days in their apartment, and today, Logan stretched his back and enjoyed the morning sun on their balcony while listening to Finn and Leo wrestle with a crossword puzzle in the living room. When they all decided food was necessary (and that Logan needed caffeine) they hopped on the subway to the city center.

Breakfast was always the first stop. Their favorite local coffee shop had a booth right inside the entrance, and all they had to do was stand in line. By the time they got to the front, their order was ready. Three coffees: one black, one cream with two sugars, and one that was the specialty flavor of the day (this week it happened to be white chocolate and pistachio), plus bagels with lox, cream cheese and capers. They found a spot under the massive old maple tree in the center of the market and tucked in. Logan sat back against the sturdy trunk and soaked in the warmth of the day. He half heard Leo and Finn discussing the latest book they were reading together, while he watched a squirrel scurry up and down the branches, and let Gryffindor wash over him. The stress from the season, the year, finally began melting away from his shoulders and his lower back. He was here, in the center of his favorite city, with his favorite people. There was no rush. No overstuffed duffles and skates slung over shoulders, no protein shakes or grilled chicken with broccoli, no PT appointments and threats of bag skates. Logan knew the peace was temporary, but he was determined to enjoy these moments while he had them.

Once the last bites had been eaten and the crumbs had been dusted off, Leo listed off the ingredients he needed for the dinner they were cooking for the Dumais family the next day, and they set off at a leisurely pace. Finn roamed from stall to stall, a ways in front of Leo and Logan, chatting with the vendors. Occasionally he would come back to them with a new treat to taste, or a business card he would tuck in Logan’s pocket (“For when we need new coffee mugs Lo! You’ll see them, they are gorgeous”). Leo and Logan meandered about, holding hands, while Leo picked through ingredients and explained to Logan how they would use them tomorrow as they went along. Logan, sipping on his white chocolate pistachio creation, did his best to understand what Leo was explaining. (“The sage is to go with the pork, and this watermelon will be delicious with the feta we got over there!”) Occasionally, Logan discovered little trinkets and treats and slipped them into the canvas bag he brought along for his finds. A snack that he would give to Thomas for the next time Thomas saw Noelle, a trinket that would be perfect on the shelf over Coops’ fireplace, a little stuffy that would make Katie squeal with happiness.

Leo stopped at one booth and got into a very involved discussion of pastry crust with a vendor. Logan heard Finn up ahead exclaim “Oooh, look! A puppy!” Once a month, the Gryffindor Animal Rescue had a booth at the market with the various animals they had up for adoption. The volunteers were always happy to see Finn and his boundless energy, and they would have him throw the ball and chase the dogs for a while in the pen. Logan knew they could find him there in an hour or so, tired, and happily covered in a pile of puppies.

Leo finished up his discussion, and was now on a mission for strawberry ice cream to go with the chocolate cupcakes he was making (Katie’s favorite, of course), so Logan sent a text to Finn about where they were going, slid his hand into Leo’s, and started scanning the market for the local creamery’s sign.

Peach and mint chip ice cream joined the strawberry in the freezer bag on Logan’s shoulder. Fresh mozzarella, two kinds of bread, olive oil, pork chops and fresh cherries joined the ice cream, and a new blanket, some lemon scented soap, and a new set of coffee mugs (“Damn it Leo, he was right, these are gorgeous”) also managed to find their way into the canvas bags. The afternoon was wearing on when they headed back to find Finn. As they approached the Gryffindor Animal Rescue tent, they were surprised to see that Finn wasn’t in his usual pile of dogs, but standing and talking to a volunteer.

“Rouge?” Logan called to him as they approached. Finn turned around with a giant grin and started walking toward him, a bundle of fluff snuggled in his arms.

“Lo! Le!” As Finn spoke, the bundle in his arms raised its head slightly. It was a beautiful dog, with curly brown fur and cornflower blue eyes. “Meet Fish” Finn whispered as he stepped closer. “Isn’t he perfect?”

Logan’s heart melted. Finn had a soft spot for the animals at the rescue, especially the dogs. He knew Finn always wanted a dog growing up but Ramsey was allergic, so they never had one. Usually he was content to play with them for a time and then let them be, but he had that light in his eyes that told Logan this one might be different.

“He’s so soft. And he came up to me and immediately sat in my lap. He hasn’t left my side all afternoon. I walked out and he stood at the gate and whined until I picked him up. The volunteers said he hasn’t taken to anyone else like that. He’s already housebroken, he’s had all his shots, and he’s already used to apartment life. He was surrendered to the Rescue when his previous owner unexpectedly became sick and couldn’t take care of him anymore.”

Logan smiled sadly. College Logan, when he let himself, dreamed of getting a dog with Finn. Silver used to wander into their room in the evenings and settle at the foot of Logan’s bed, and it gave Logan a feeling of home, even when everything else was out of control. Logan wanted that feeling again, for all three of them this time. Suddenly he could picture their apartment so clearly in his head, but now with a dog bed in the living room and dog bowls in the kitchen, and a leash hung up on the hook over their shoes.

He knew that it wasn’t right of him to stop Finn and Leo from living, from moving forward with the things they all wanted. He also knew they would not hesitate to put everything on pause until he was ready. Selfishly, he wanted that. He wanted to put them in a bubble, freeze them right where they were, until he could join them again, until he could settle into the life they were trying to build.

Finn scooted closer, and held out his arms a little further so Logan could pet Fish’s glossy brown coat. “I explained to them the circumstances. They agreed we could put a hold on him for a week or so, until we’ve heard from Sirius, heard how the meeting went, and what they decide.”

Logan’s stomach clenched. He had been trying so hard not to think about Monday, not to think about how his future rested with Sirius. Well, Sirius, and several people who only cared about money and winning. That there were people willing to do something so selfless for him, just because they wanted to see him happy. How he had no control over his own future and how terrifying that was. He felt Leo’s hand slide into his and squeeze. Leo had been so good at sitting with him in the quiet moments, Leo, for all his size, was so gentle, so good, and knew when to give him his space and let him process, and when he was spiraling and to push him out of his own head.

And Logan knew that Finn wasn’t trying to upset him. This was Finn’s way of dealing with the uncertainty. Giving himself something to focus on, to look forward to when the uncertainty was over. That he was hopeful, positive, almost, that it was going to work out, that everything was going to be okay. Finn asks for so little, but gives so much of himself, and after everything Finn had been through, after everything Logan had put him through, how could he deny him?

Finn scooted even closer. “I know everything is so unknown. I know there are no answers right now, and I know this is such a big ask from me. An unfair ask, even. I get that. And you know if you say no right now, I’ll put him down, and I will tell them thank you for letting me play with him, and that is that.“

Logan reached out and stroked in-between the dog’s velvety ears. Fish tilted his head into Logan’s hand and closed his eyes. Logan saw him relax into Finn a fraction more. Leo reached over and stroked the dogs’ back, and the dog went boneless. Logan’s heart melted even more. He looked up to see Leo was already looking at him. “Whatever you decide cher,

He looked at Finn. “They said we could take the week to think about it and make a decision?” Finn nodded, and tried to hide that his grin was getting bigger.

Logan took a deep breath, and let it out slowly. He was tired of saying no, tired of being scared. He could borrow a little of Finn’s optimism right now, some of Leo’s quiet, calm strength, and push past the fear. “Okay.” He gave Fish a scritch under his chin. He took another deep breath. “Okay. Let’s head home. We have a dinner to prepare for, and a lot to discuss.”

6 Months Later

Leo and Finn were standing at the front door, bags in hand. Leo glanced back into the apartment toward Adele, who was sitting on the floor. Her arm was extended as far as it could go, and she was holding a rope with a knot in it. The other end was held between sharp white teeth. Fish growled playfully and gave another vicious shake. “Okay, okay bud!” Adelle laughed. “Let me talk to your dads and then we’ll get to play tug of war.”

“We’ll just be in New York overnight tonight, we play the Rangers at 6:30. Fish gets dinner at 6 , he likes to watch the game, and he’s usually asleep by 10. The emergency vet number is on the counter, help yourself to whatever you want in the fridge, and the spare room is made up for you. ”

Adelle nodded. “Okay. I’ll take him for a good long walk this afternoon.” She leaned down and whispered in his ear “Don’t let your dad know I plan on letting you sleep in the bed with me tonight.”

Leo chuckled and checked his watch. “We’ve got to run or we’re going to make the bus late. Even though it’s not his job anymore, Remus still wants everyone on the bus 10 minutes before we leave so he can count heads. It makes Sirius crazy.”

Adele smiled. “Good luck with that. And when you get to New York, tell Alex I say ‘Go Rangers!”’

Footsteps echoed down the hallway from the back bedroom. “Hey!” Logan emerged, hoisting his massive duffle bag over his shoulder. “Finn, do not tell him that. Luke will never let me live it down that Dumo’s kid said good luck to the Rangers”

Logan bent down and ruffled between Fish’s ears. Fish stopped tugging on the rope long enough to lick a stripe up the side of Logan’s face and knocking his hat askew with his nose. Logan laughed as he wiped his cheek on his shirt, and walked over to the barstool in the kitchen and grabbed his suit jacket. “Thanks again Adele, we really appreciate you staying here for the night.” He turned to Leo and Finn, “Come on, let’s go before Remus wears a path in the bus floor from his pacing.”

Logan looked back as the door was closing. He was so glad he took a leap of faith on his boys, with Sirius, with everything. Sometimes things have a way of working out the way they were supposed to.

[blacleria]

Hey hey... anyone else suffering from repeating migraine in summer? Since last summer I have this problem and... it sucks 😭

Well anyway, instead of being productive I decided to draw a little comfort Sirius portrait, and I got carried away... Another Sirius-suffering-and-too-hot-for-Azkaban-portrait came out, oops. I cannot imagine how this happened.

[fruitcoops]

Constant Vigilance

Is anyone else still going nuts over the most recent Vaincre update? The brainworms have been throwing a rave in my head for like...four days. Be prepared for a ridiculous amount of fanfiction now that I'm not fighting the AO3 author curse demons at every turn <3 Character credit goes to @lumosinlove!

TW for Vaincre spoilers!

Alastor Moody’s mailbox was not a popular place to be, if you happened to be anything but a member of the ever-rotating cast of junk mail that was promptly set ablaze in a tin bucket kept to the side of a creaky porch. Even those were rare, considering any company unfortunate enough to have included a point of contact was sure to receive an undesirable phone call within twenty minutes of discovery. Alastor was proud to note he had not been sent one unwanted credit card in close to five years.

Thus, Thursday morning was an anomaly of the highest degree. The envelope was crisp, the card inside slightly too small for the space. Hand-packed, then. No plastic crinkled when he fished it out. Smooth paper and an inked address only, with a stamp (also hand-placed) in the upper corner. No extraneous stickers declaring falsehoods like ‘past due’ or ‘emergency notice’. The tin bucket gained three new victims, but the letter accompanied Alastor into the house unharmed.

The letter itself, however interesting, was not entirely unexpected. Alastor had received a phone call a week prior from one of the few individuals with access to his landline. Brief and clear, as he always appreciated. His request for a paper trail, it appeared, had been fulfilled.

A familiar scrawl greeted him; the kid’s handwriting had not improved in the year he’d been away, but he had clearly tried to make it nice. Cordially invited. Professional and appropriate, with little in the way of flowery fluff that would detract from the important details. A room and seat are reserved for you, but please reach out if you’d like to bring additional guests so we can make arrangements accordingly. Finally, with a paragraph of its own and a slight ink-bleed of hesitation:

Thank you for your continued friendship and support. We wouldn’t be here without you.

Sincerely,

Remus Lupin

And a half-step lower, in the hasty writing of someone who could never be left out for long,

& Sirius Black

P.S. Thanks for the ankle

Alastor turned to a fresh page on the nearest legal pad. Important details only, and nothing incriminating. WI Vacation and a date—at last, an actual date—with the address below. Hell would freeze over before he stayed in a cabin with half a team of wobbly puppies clamoring for bachelor party hedonism and sappy speeches on friendship and eternal love. Lupin would be getting a very clear text about that. However, an exception could be made if there was no good location for his tent on-site.

Alastor slipped the letter back into its too-big envelope and made his way to the kitchen closet’s false wall panel, past dusty aprons and a few extra cans of beans. Padded cling-paper silenced the impact of the fireproof box resting on the pasta shelf; the lock and secondary latch opened easily.

It was just like Remus Lupin to send him something as cheeky as an official invitation when he asked for written details. Alastor had already agreed to be there. Lupin had not even asked for an RSVP. Cordially invited. It was like he thought Alastor was going to show the thing off with all that evidence in full view.

The envelope fit nicely next to his passport and Kenna’s birth certificate. The box closed without protest and slid snug into the wall once more, but he would need a new one soon. God forbid he was invited to a baby shower or another graduation. Perhaps the floorboard by his nightstand—he could move his vintage machete to the headboard compartment without issue.

With that taken care of, Alastor turned to the calendar hanging from a nail in the wall and flipped to July. Lupin had been honest on the phone: the date on the legal pad matched all prior information. Alastor tore the page free and pinned it to July’s upper corner with a fresh thumbtack, where it would be hidden by June for another week. You’re welcome to stay as long as you like, the letter had offered. He scrutinized his social calendar.

Arriving a day or two early couldn’t hurt. Those two would need some common sense on the premises. Planning a wedding was nothing to scoff at, and if anyone could find a way to burn down a venue without proper supervision, it would inevitably be them. The Potters had done an acceptable job, but he trusted Lily Evans with event coordination a good measure more. Yes, perhaps staying in the cabin would be a smarter move. Alastor let June fend off July once more and headed for the landline.

[lumosinlove]

Someone brought up wanting to see some team spirit…

Vaincre spoilers below!

[podcastwizard]

sorry boss can't come in today i was on my way to work and then a gentle spring breeze kissed my cheek and reminded me it is a serious thing just to be alive on this fresh morning in this broken world