Mixed-Up Writer Fest

Two Writers. One Prompt. Zero Planning. Prepare for Chaos.

[mixed-up-writer-fest]

Hi! Is this still going on?

Nope! There was very little interest in a third round, so we've got no plan to do any more. There are still some writers working on fics from Round 1 and Round 2, though, which are definitely worth checking out!

[neondomino]

For the @mixed-up-writer-fest with @therealrjlupin

Written realtime on google docs :D

Chapter 19 just dropped. Click here for it

We're almost at 150k words and there's still so much left to tell!

[neondomino]

Written for the @mixed-up-writer-fest with @therealrjlupin

So, we had some fun creating some flashback letters that the group passed around to each other.

For our readers, these notes have lived in Peter's basement for longer than we want to think about. But now they've been found and we wanted to share the contents with you!

Go check them out HERE

[annabtg]

taller than the trees - chapter 4

for the @mixed-up-writer-fest with @eemolu

The next day rises cloudy and stifling. The kids’ discontent at the moody weather starts the moment they get out of their tents, continues during breakfast and persists all the way through the birdwatching expedition that takes up their morning. “Look at my hair, Miss!” Jacob Erland complains. He fancies himself the heartthrob of the school, and the way the humidity is making a crown out of his normally well-kempt hair is, apparently, nothing short of a disaster. “Mr Potter’s hair is always like that, but you don’t see him complaining, do you?” Lily deadpans. Next to her, James breaks into laughter. It’s loud and hearty and gorgeous. His hand runs through the mess of his hair in a practised, automatic motion. “Embrace your dishevelled charm, Jake. Girls like it.”

read chapter 4 on AO3 or start at the beginning

[neondomino]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapter 14 is now up - where you all at? ;)

Written for the @mixed-up-writer-fest by myself and @therealrjlupin

Snippet below the cut...

James moves across the sofa to fill the space and the first thing he does is wrap his arms around Remus, pulling his old friend into a warm hug. “I’ve fucking missed you, mate,” he murmurs.

Remus returns the hug, letting his forehead rest on James’s shoulder. They stay there for longer than a friendly hug should last, but this isn’t ordinary. It’s decades of missed hugs and friendship.

He opts for humour. “You were just fed up of being the tallest, admit it,” he says, though his voice is muffled by the fact his face is buried in James’s warm dressing gown. 

[tracingpatternswrites]

Oh my god, we're done!

I'm so excited but also so emotional to be sharing the final chapter of mine and @squintclover's fic Of Protein Powder and PTAs. When we started this we had absolutely no idea where it would end up but it's been such an amazing ride.

I want to thank @theresthesnitch for organising the @mixed-up-writer-fest and for giving me the best writing partner and a great prompt.

Also a massive thanks to everyone who has been following along as we've been posting, who have been so encouraging and gracious with their compliments and feedback. It really does mean everything.

Last but absolutely not least - @squintclover! Rory, Rory, Rory. I honestly could not have wished for a better partner, I've had so much fun writing this with you and I'm in awe of your talent, your humour, your imagination and you writing. I'm so happy this fic has allowed us to get to know each other and I'm happy and humbled to be able to call you a friend. You are awesome and amazing and I 💛 you!

Okay, I didn't mean this to come across as an Academy Award acceptance speech but here we are 🤣 let's get to the good stuff!

Read the whole fic from the start if you haven't already.

Read the final chapter here.

Have a little teaser below the cut:

Sirius’ heart was hammering so hard in his chest that he wondered if Remus could hear it, if he could feel each heavy thud the way that Sirius could. Remus’ fingers against his cheek were cool compared to Sirius’ own heated skin. He felt like his whole body was burning and even though he tried to remain in control, he knew there was a flush creeping up his neck.

He held Remus’ gaze for a moment longer, saw the way they were glittering gold from the soft glow of the lights in the kitchen. He let his lips curl upwards slightly before leaning into the touch, turning his face so that he could brush his lips lightly against the palm of Remus’ hand. He heard the slight intake of breath as he parted his lips, pressing the ghost of a kiss against Remus’ fingers.

He smiled as they flexed, a shuddering sort of sound coming from above him and even though Sirius had never heard Remus make that particular sound before he knew instantly he needed to hear it again and again and again. He turned to look at him properly again, his own lips quirking upwards slightly at the expression on Remus’ face.

He rose gracefully, purposefully pulling himself up into his full height, making full use of the couple of inches he had on the other man. He put two fingers underneath Remus’ chin, and this time it was his turn to tilt Remus’ head, to force his gaze up and he felt a trickle of heat sizzle down his spine at the look he found there. He tightened the hold he had on the hem of Remus’ shirt, pulling him close enough so that he could surge forward and claim Remus’ lips in a fierce kiss.

His heart did a happy little stutter in his chest as he finally got what he had been thinking about for such a long time, his eyes fluttering closed as he moved the fingers at Remus’ jaw to settle at the back of his head. He wound his fingers into the soft curls at his neck, using that hold to deepen the kiss further, and he eagerly swallowed the soft sighs coming from Remus.

He was suddenly very aware of how little he was wearing in comparison to Remus as want surged through him, the silk robe offering little resistance to hide the way his dick twitched with interest. He felt Remus’ hands settle at his hips, thumbing the soft fabric for a moment before he tightened his grip. He ground their hips together lightly and Sirius was unable to hold back the strangled moan that tore from his throat.

Sirius forced himself to pull away but it wasn’t easy, especially not when he heard the protesting half-sigh from Remus, the little jerk of his hips as he chased the friction. They were both breathing heavily and Sirius felt arousal and want and need thrum through his body. He felt like he was a teenager again, and he could barely remember the last time he had been so turned on by so little.

“That was better than I remembered it,” Sirius blurted without thinking, then he blushed as Remus let out a low laugh.

“Better than when we were kids? I’d bloody well hope so, I’d like to things I’ve polished my skills a bit since the age of twelve.”

Sirius snorted, but he didn’t bother to respond, instead he simply kissed him again, his hands curling against Remus’ sides. He hadn’t lied to Remus, the way his body responded to being close to him, the way he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about him, about doing this , since their almost-kiss before he had crashed and burned as he tried to ask for a date. He hadn’t understood why, and he had felt like a proper idiot when Remus turned him down, but speaking to Regulus and Dorcas had helped him understand things a little bit better.

To be perfectly honest, Sirius wasn’t used to being turned down. Granted, he hardly ever asked anyone out, but whenever he did he usually got a yes. He frankly couldn’t remember the last time he got turned down, whether it had been for a date or simply in a club wanting to pull. He couldn’t remember ever having felt as vulnerable as he had with Remus.

Now he could sort of see why Remus had done it though. He understood what had made him so worried, he knew how weird some people got around werewolves. He had known and met enough to have heard all the stories, and Jacob had told him a fair few himself back in the day. He knew that some people got off on the idea of shagging a werewolf, like a kink or a fetish.

It had been hurtful to realise that Remus might have thought that about him, but if the other man had been burnt enough times in the past it wasn’t an unreasonable assumption to make. He straightened back up, looking at the blush dusted across Remus’ cheeks, the slightly darker look in his eyes that sent shivers through Sirius’ body.

He wanted nothing more than to rip the clothes off him, to push Remus down on the table and have his wicked way with him right here in the kitchen. He swallowed thickly, lust surging through him again as Remus looked at him quietly, and he wondered if Remus was thinking the same thing.

“Merlin,” he groaned, scrubbing a hand over his face. “I want to– you have no idea what I want to do with you right now.”

Remus’ grin took on a slightly sharper edge that made Sirius’ belly flip as his fingers tightened on Sirius’ hips.

“If it’s something similar to what I’m thinking about, I can’t say I’ve got any objections.”

Sirius just barely resisted the urge to jump him, and it was only really the thought of Harry coming back early that stopped him from climbing on top of Remus and fucking him right then and there.

“We need to– I mean– fuck,” Sirius huffed, sending Remus a dark glare as the other man gave an amused snicker, and he took a deep breath. “I don’t want you to think I just…that this is all I want. I mean,” he stopped, shaking his head to clear it slightly. “I mean, I don’t have any expectations or anything, and I don’t want you to think that I just want to fuck you.”

Sirius wanted to lick the flush that crept up Remus’ neck and he had to forcibly hold himself back.

“I don’t think that,” Remus said, then his grin took on a mischievous sort of tilt to it as he swept his gaze over Sirius’ body in a way that made his skin blaze. “Although I wouldn’t object if that was something that might be on the table…so to speak.”

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[mixed-up-writer-fest]

When is this starting up again? And can you pick who you work with?

Excellent question. I don't know. I haven't decided if or when this will come back for a round 3. I'm also not sure if there's any interest in a Round 3.

SO, how about an interest survey? If you want to do Round 3, fill this out!

MUWF Round 3 Interest form

Just gaging interest in a future sign up. Tell me what you think!

[mixed-up-writer-fest]

Based on the responses to this so far, I don't think we have the interest in running another round. If you're interested, please fill out the survey.

[mixed-up-writer-fest]

When is this starting up again? And can you pick who you work with?

Excellent question. I don't know. I haven't decided if or when this will come back for a round 3. I'm also not sure if there's any interest in a Round 3.

SO, how about an interest survey? If you want to do Round 3, fill this out!

MUWF Round 3 Interest form

Just gaging interest in a future sign up. Tell me what you think!

[squintclover]

The latest chapter from mine and @tracingpatternswrites fic for @mixed-up-writer-fest

Of Protein Powders and PTAs

Chapter 11: Uninvited

Sirius was so utterly, utterly charming. Despite Remus having been a grumpy shit at breakfast - he brought breakfast, for fuck's sake - Sirius was still standing there with that lovely flush up his neck, and his ridiculous long eyelashes, asking Remus out on a date.   A smile crept into the corners of Remus' mouth as he let Sirius ramble on. It made his eyes soft, unfocussed, the slight quaver in Sirius' voice and the sharp inhales that interrupted his words so sweetly endearing. It was Sirius asking, though, with clarity and dignity, having finally found his footing, that made the smile start to slide off Remus' face. "Would you like to go on a date with me?"  He's nervous , Remus thought. His eyes caught on Sirius' hands as they gripped tightly to the back of the chair. Even from his few steps away, Remus could see the white-knuckled clench, red hairlines spidering their way under the skin . He swallowed and, looking back up at Sirius' face, caught the way Sirius' lips moved around words he was holding back. Remus wished he would say them. Wished he could be convinced away from the decision he had already made.  "Thank you. Sirius. But I don't think that would be sensible."

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Start from the beginning

[tracingpatternswrites]

Here it is 🎉 the next chapter of mine and @squintclover‘s fic for the @mixed-up-writer-fest Of Protein Powder & PTAs. What on earth is going to happen next? You don’t know, we don’t know, it sure is a ride!

Read the latest chapter here.

Read the whole thing from the beginning here.

A little teaser below the tag:

Keep reading

[theresthesnitch]

Chapter 10: Scars

Next chapter for my and @aqua-myosotis's @mixed-up-writer-fest fic!

Sirius turned around and went back to the kitchen. He set the mugs of chocolate on the counter, then braced himself up with his hands planted shoulder-width apart on the white formica. He dropped his head and took several deep breaths. 

Remus loved him. 

He hadn’t told Sirius, of course, but he’d told Harry. It was progress, surely, but Sirius wasn’t foolish enough to believe that this would be easy now. With what happened tonight with Fabian, Sirius wouldn’t be surprised if he still had to fight Remus to be with him. 

But, Remus loved him, and that changed everything. 

Keep reading here on AO3.

[krethes]

Chapter 6: Week Twelve: Plums

New chapter is (finally!!) out for our @mixed-up-writer-fest round 2 fic! This one's a doozy, too, at just a bit over 20k. @theresthesnitch have no chill. :) EXCERPT:

Sirius is incensed, but all Remus feels is numb resignation. No one is fighting for his rights. They never have, and never will. "That's the Ministry for you." Remus shrugs and leans backwards until his spine is flat on the concrete, staring up at the sky. "I'm a Class 5 dangerous creature, you know. Known man killer. Untamable. Untrainable. Unredeemable."

"You've got me there." When Remus jerks his head Sirius's way, hardly believing what he's just heard, the bastard is grinning. "You're untrainable."

In the wake of Sirius's jab, Remus's foul mood lifts a little, and he's eager to follow, eager to feel anything even remotely positive. "You do realize I'm on the same level as a Nundu, right?”

“Your morning breath is pretty foul, I’ll give you that.” 

Remus snorts. “You've just as well invited a manticore into your bed."

Sirius smirks and rolls so he’s covering most of Remus's body with his own, his arms bracketing either side of Remus's head. His scent overwhelms him, the tinge of his growing arousal weaving through the tang of his worry and mounting anger. "Hot." It's a welcome distraction from his maudlin melodrama, and Remus indulges.

"Monsterfucker." They're so close, Remus can feel the humidity from his own breath reflecting back onto his face. It's warm—too warm—but it's all Remus can do to keep from arching up under Sirius and pressing into the hard line of his body. He wants this—to feel good, loved, normal—too badly to even begin to be embarrassed at his eagerness. He assumed that after he was properly knotted the first time, his hormones would settle. Or maybe once James and Sirius's ruts had passed, but his rampant horniness has shown zero indication of slowing down. He counts himself lucky that his Alphas—no, not his Alphas, his Alpha friends. Boyfriends!—are so indulgent. Evan would’ve probably tossed his box of toys at him and left for a weekend. 

"You say that like it's a bad thing."

Continue reading here on AO3.

[squintclover]

(aaaand she finally has an update!)

Of Protein Powders and PTAs: Chapter 9 - Advent

A @mixed-up-writer-fest collab with @tracingpatternswrites

“Da.”

Remus strode down the corridor, his head turning at every junction. He had gone to McGonagall’s office countless times, why, when he desperately needed to just go home, did the castle seem to send him in circles.

“Da.”

He could feel the cold claws of panic start to spread from his chest. He had read everything so wrong. For months…

“Dad, for fuck’s sake!”

…And when the opportunity to say something, anything, arose, he had shied away from it. Which seemed to be his modus operandi; when shit hits the fan, run away. And now it had finally caught up with him. At least this time he hadn’t done the running away until after the hard part.

“Where the fuck is the fucking staircase?” Remus muttered, his hands pulling at his curls as he turned this way and that, trying to get his bearings.

Chapter 9 here

From the beginning

[sliebman10]

The final chapter of Architects Anonymous is posted. @soloorganaas and I had so much writing it for @mixed-up-writer-fest .

Snippet from Chapter 8:

James watched Sirius and Remus out of the corner of his eye as he waited for the bartender.  After several minutes, Dorcas smacked him on the shoulder. “Have you gotten the drinks yet?”

“No…I’m not pretty enough apparently, to be a priority,” Jame said with a snort.

“I am, but I’m not interested,” Dorcas said. “Get Black over here to order.”

“He’s busy,” James said, rolling his eyes and nodding toward where Sirius and Remus were sitting in the booth, completely involved in each other and oblivious to everyone else.

Dorcas raised her eyebrows.”Aren’t they cozy.”

“Tell me about it,” James said. “I’ve known Sirius a long time-”

“I’ve known him longer,” Dorcas said with a wink.

“-and I’ve never seen him like this,” James finished, as if she hadn’t spoken. 

“Me neither,” Dorcas allowed. 

“I hope Remus doesn’t hurt him again,” James muttered.

“Still not his biggest fan?” Dorcas said.

“It’s not that…he’s a nice guy. It was just…I don’t know.”

“You want to protect your brother. I get it,” Dorcas said. “But he’s happy. So you should be happy for him.”

James looked at her for a moment, then nodded and the bartender finally came over as Dorcas flashed her dimples at him. 

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[tracingpatternswrites]

HELLO! I refuse to let burglars stop me so even though it took slightly longer than planned, here’s a new update of mine and @squintclover​‘s fic that we’re writing together for the @mixed-up-writer-fest​. It is finally time for the Yule Ball people, so please be excited.

Read the latest chapter here.

Or the the whole thing from the beginning here.

And have a little snippet below the cut. Enjoy 💛

Keep reading

[theresthesnitch]

Chapter 5: Week Ten: Kumquats

New chapter for @krethes and my @mixed-up-writer-fest fic! Sorry it's 33k. 😬😬 Set aside many hours to read it.

Remus can still remember the first rut he spent with Evan. They’d been young. He’d never been through an alpha’s rut before. 

Actually, the whole relationship with Evan had been new. Not that they hadn’t had sex before. He and Evan shagged before they even decided to call it a relationship. It started as a one-off, then they did it again. And again. And again, until Remus eventually convinced Evan to be his boyfriend rather than just the guy he fucked.  Remus had thought that the sex was great until… 

Well, until that first night with Sirius, really. He’d had no idea what he’d been missing.

Continue reading here on AO3.

[squintclover]

Chapter 7 of mine and @tracingpatternswrites fic for @mixed-up-writer-fest is up!

Of Protein Powders and PTAs; Chapter 7: Ballbags

Remus watched in consternation as Sirius left. Though he knew he could be an unreliable witness, he definitely hadn’t imagined the sudden shift in mood; Sirius had looked like he was going to faint and had practically run out of the library. Remus ran back through the conversation in his head and came up short on what it could have been. He thought he had done well. He’d got past the awkward part of apologising for his comment about the food and then it had been fine, friendly even. It was only after mentioning a date to talk about the Yule Quiz that Sirius left. Maybe Sirius thought Remus was being difficult by not giving him an immediate answer.

Remus leaned back against the bookshelves, his head thunking into the soft leather spines. Turning his head to look at the door, still thinking about Sirius’ abrupt exit, he could see gold lettering shimmering out of the corner of his eye. Turning to fully look at the book, Remus saw it was the one he had been looking at as Sirius walked in.

Fuck.

Read Chapter 7 here

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