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@moonwalker94writes
Do you seek out fanfics where the Marauders get stoned together? Does your artwork always include Sirius holding a joint? Or perhaps you have headcanons about Remus using weed to help with chronic pain? Opinions on Lily’s tolerance level? If James smokes during Quidditch season? Or whether Peter sticks to indicas because sativas make him too paranoid?
We have just the fest for you. Stay tuned for an exciting announcement on Monday at 12pm EST.
It Started Out With a Prank
I’ve never written with another person before, so when @moonwalker94writes put a call out in the Wolfstar server to do a round robin, I had to jump in. We agreed on a professor AU and that we’d try to keep it short. We’re 10k+ words in now, so it’s not that short, and we aren’t discussing the plot as we go, so I also have no idea where this will end up going. But you should still follow along for niffler pranks, some hurt/comfort, and best friends falling in love!
Co-written with: @moonwalker94writes, @sliebman10, @rennyii, @houseofhebrideanblacks, Amaremagis, and Vartelando
Rating: M
Pairing: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin
Summary: It started out as a normal teaching day for Sirius.Well, as normal a day as possible when you teach at Hogwarts. But a prank and unwelcome news about a family member lead Sirius to realize how much he craved love, and that it was right there in front of him the whole time.
Word Count: TBD
Read on AO3.
Writing this with all of you is so much fun! I can’t wait to see where our not-so-short story will end up! 👀😘
Last Line Game
Thanks for the tag @fonkeloog! For the last line I wrote I have...
Springing to action while cursing under his breath, Sirius resigned himself to his fate as niffler-sitter and tried to stop the creature from ravaging his desk.
"That's mine," he said, plucking a small box from the niffler's greedy paws and pocketing it for safekeeping. He ignored the look of indignation on the critter's face as he lifted him up in his arms. "Let's take you home, shall we?"
Sirius and a niffler! Where will that go..? No one knows, not even me. Ain’t that right, @mooncat457writing and @sliebman10? And an open tag for everyone who’d like to share their last snippet as well!
Snippet Sunday
@mooncat457writing tagged me to share a snippet of a WIP! I’m working on several fest fics atm which have to stay hidden for a while longer, but I can share a snippet of a Peter/Sirius fic I started for Wormtail Week and didn’t finish in time. It’s from Peter’s POV.
CW for intentionally burning someone with a cigarette? But it’s consensual? And making them horny? I don’t know what’s happening lol, my working title is literally ‘Ratfoot Toxicity’ so just be warned I guess? It’s not graphic though.
Peachy
“Sirius? What’s that?”
The wariness in Remus’ voice was vaguely turning on the alarm bells in Sirius’ mind, but the bed was so warm, so cosy, and waking up meant a god-awful headache and the sour aftertaste of too much firewhiskey (and possibly vomit) in his mouth, so he’d rather not.
He groaned something nonsensical and buried himself tighter against Remus’ chest, determined not to open his eyes for the foreseeable future.
Remus’ fingers however, had started roaming and were inching up his thigh. This piqued his interest and he leant into the touch, until it suddenly stopped, right below his arse and he whined lowly, urging Remus on.
“You got another tattoo?”
“What?” He now reluctantly opened his eyes, trying to make sense of Remus’ words, trying to make sense of last night. “I did?”
Remus gestured and Sirius picked up his head from his pillow-that-was-Remus, turning until he could see a bandage on his arse cheek.
“Huh.” He blinked slowly. “Guess I did.”
Remus was already getting up to remove the bandage while Sirius’ mind was still playing catch-up. He had obscure flashes of loud music, muggle London and Prongs laughing going through his mind, but it was all a hazy blur. He was roughly pulled out of his pondering when Remus let out a laugh that was way too loud on this bloody morning.
“What is it?” he asked, trying to glance over his shoulder to see the now-revealed tattoo. “I swear, if it’s Prongs’ stupid face…”
“No, thank god,” Remus laughed again. “Can you imagine having to look at that every time we fuck? No, it’s… peachy.”
“But what is it?”
“That’s it. It says peachy.”
It took another long moment before Remus’ words sank in. When they did, his poorly-operating brain seemed unable to decide between a groan and a giggle, and he tried to hide the outlandish noise that came out of his mouth in a blanket.
Remus laughed softly and he then felt Remus’ fingers resume their path from earlier, breath ghosting over his skin. Remus pressed his lips against the spot below the tattoo and Sirius sighed contently, his hangover almost forgotten.
“It suits you,” Remus hummed, his teeth biting down on the skin playfully. “Very peachy, indeed.”
Written for @wolfstarmicrofic.
Peachy
“Sirius? What’s that?”
The wariness in Remus’ voice was vaguely turning on the alarm bells in Sirius’ mind, but the bed was so warm, so cosy, and waking up meant a god-awful headache and the sour aftertaste of too much firewhiskey (and possibly vomit) in his mouth, so he’d rather not.
He groaned something nonsensical and buried himself tighter against Remus’ chest, determined not to open his eyes for the foreseeable future.
Remus’ fingers however, had started roaming and were inching up his thigh. This piqued his interest and he leant into the touch, until it suddenly stopped, right below his arse and he whined lowly, urging Remus on.
“You got another tattoo?”
“What?” He now reluctantly opened his eyes, trying to make sense of Remus’ words, trying to make sense of last night. “I did?”
Remus gestured and Sirius picked up his head from his pillow-that-was-Remus, turning until he could see a bandage on his arse cheek.
“Huh.” He blinked slowly. “Guess I did.”
Remus was already getting up to remove the bandage while Sirius’ mind was still playing catch-up. He had obscure flashes of loud music, muggle London and Prongs laughing going through his mind, but it was all a hazy blur. He was roughly pulled out of his pondering when Remus let out a laugh that was way too loud on this bloody morning.
“What is it?” he asked, trying to glance over his shoulder to see the now-revealed tattoo. “I swear, if it’s Prongs’ stupid face…”
“No, thank god,” Remus laughed again. “Can you imagine having to look at that every time we fuck? No, it’s... peachy.”
“But what is it?”
“That’s it. It says peachy.”
It took another long moment before Remus’ words sank in. When they did, his poorly-operating brain seemed unable to decide between a groan and a giggle, and he tried to hide the outlandish noise that came out of his mouth in a blanket.
Remus laughed softly and he then felt Remus’ fingers resume their path from earlier, breath ghosting over his skin. Remus pressed his lips against the spot below the tattoo and Sirius sighed contently, his hangover almost forgotten.
“It suits you,” Remus hummed, his teeth biting down on the skin playfully. “Very peachy, indeed.”
Written for @wolfstarmicrofic.
Audience
“How was Hogsmeade?”
The question came with feigned nonchalance—something Sirius immediately recognised, having that skill mastered to perfection himself. James was playing it well, Sirius had to give him that. He barely glanced up when they entered the dorm and continued to polish his broom, looking bored.
Peter was lying on his bed, flicking through a magazine and waved a small hello. He was avoiding their gaze and tried to use the pages to hide the splotches of red on his face. He seemed slightly winded, his breathing coming in a bit ragged.
Sirius gave Remus a sidelong glance and received an almost unperceivable nod in return.
“’twas fine,” Remus shrugged, turning to his bed and retrieving a book from below his pillow. Sirius sat down next to James, fiddling with the tail of his broom.
“Just fine..?” James tried again, sounding a tad too keen underneath his air of indifference.
“Yeah, you know, the usual,” Sirius said, gesturing vaguely. “Zonko’s, Honeydukes, Three Broomsticks…”
“But of course you already knew that,” Remus added from between the pages he was now engrossed in.
“What? No,” James spluttered, his carefully created facade crumbling faster than he could say ‘Quidditch’. “How would we know?” he laughed uneasily. “We’ve been here the whole day.”
Sirius scoffed at him and James seemed to shrink under the scrutiny. “So the stag outside the post office, hiding behind a bush that was three sizes too small to cover anything wasn’t you?”
James opened his mouth but Peter piped in before he could retort. “I told you not to turn into Prongs!” he exclaimed irritably. “He’s too obvious, James!”
“I didn’t!” James returned, affronted. “I was under the cloak the whole time!” He then snapped his mouth shut, realising their mistake. “How did you know?” he asked sourly.
“We didn’t,” Remus grinned, closing his book with a dull thud. “Only had a hunch. You could’ve gotten away with it too if you weren’t so obvious just now.”
“Bugger,” Peter sighed. “Still, it was worth a shot, even if we came back empty-handed.”
Remus caught Sirius’ eye with a mischievous smile on his lips. “I think we should give our audience what they want. What d’you say?”
“I say I like the way you think,” Sirius grinned back.
And with that Remus crossed the dorm in three long strides, grabbed Sirius by the collar of his shirt and captured his mouth in a searing kiss.
Written for @wolfstarmicrofic.
Audience
cw: a little intimate, but deffo not NSFW
Pale blue dawn filters in through sheer curtains as two men lay entwined on soft, white sheets, their chests rising and falling at the same steady pace.
Remus stirs, pushing his sandy hair off of his forehead and stretching his legs with a huff and a groan. The black-haired man resting atop his chest grunts in reply.
“Five more minutes.”
Remus hums, letting his fingers drift lightly across his husband’s back like a whisper, tracing up and down his spine, and is rewarded by a full-body shudder.
“Agreed—bit cold this morning,” Remus remarks. Sirius sits up on his forearms, slowly blinking his grey eyes, his tongue tracing his lips languidly.
“Moons,” he whispers softly, heatedly, something warm like fire flashing across his expression.
“Oh,” Remus says. “Not that sort of shiver.” Sirius slowly shakes his head, leaning in closer, his lips parting and reaching up to meet the skin of Remus’ collarbone with a warm breath, followed by a light kiss and a soft flick of tongue.
Remus cards a hand through his husband’s hair, pushing it away from his face—oh, that face.
“Morning, love.”
Sirius smirks, wicked, adolescent glee tugging at his lips as his bright eyes canvas Remus’ bare chest.
“A very good morning to you,” he breathes. Remus knocks his head back against the pillow, keeping his fingers on the smooth, muscular back, drawing shapes and swirls as Sirius peppers his skin with kisses, slowly travelling downwards.
Remus finds his breaths growing faster and deeper the lower Sirius’ lips journey, his nails scraping gently across his back every time the long black hair tickles his bare abdomen.
Remus fights to keep his eyes open and breathing even when a sweeping beat of wings at the window pulls Sirius’ attention.
“We’ve an audience.”
“Bloody bird,” Remus huffs. Sirius climbs off his husband and unlatches the glass pane, allowing the owl room to flutter inside. “Ugh, don’t let him in.”
Sirius shrugs. "Chicken’s cold,” he says simply.
“I still refuse to call him that.” It had not been Remus' idea to let Teddy name the owl.
Sirius snorts, taking the envelope from the bird’s beak, and flipping it around. “Ah, look at that—we qualify for another credit card. Good thing Chicken interrupted us, Moons.”
Remus throws his head back against the warm pillow with a chuckle and a groan.
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Floral
“What are you doing?”
“I’m getting ready for—“
“Yeah, I can see that.” James impatiently waved the words away. “My question still stands.”
Sirius glanced down at himself, making an unintelligible noise in the back of his throat.
James grabbed his best friend by the arm and turned him around, looking him over with sharp eyes. “Sirius, mate, you know I love you, right?”
Sirius narrowed his eyes but nodded nevertheless.
“Then in the kindest way possible: you look like utter shite. Perhaps your eyes have stopped working because of all that ogling you’ve been doing lately,” James said, ignoring Sirius’ indignant protest. He turned Sirius back to the mirror, shaking him a little. “Or maybe you took one Bludger to the head too many, but I can’t let you go on your first date looking like this. You’re the fittest bloke in school! Dress like it.”
“Me? You’re daft, you know that?” Sirius spluttered. “Have you actually seen Remus?”
“I have,” James grinned knowingly. “Just now. He’s wearing flared corduroys with that floral button-up.”
“He is?” Sirius squeaked, his eyes going wide. “Fuck.” He let out a long breath while his hand shot up to run through his hair, catching on a stubborn knot in the process. “This is serious, James,” Sirius fretted, more than ever looking like a lost puppy. “You need to help me.”
“Don’t worry,” James said, clapping Sirius on the shoulder. “The shirt is fine, the blue brings out your eyes nicely. Just lose the top buttons and put your hair up in a bun. Show off those cheekbones and those collarbones. Oh, and go with the drainpipe jeans, the grey ones.”
“How do you know all this?” Sirius asked as he did what James had said.
“Evans,” James shrugged. “The girls talk a lot about clothes. And um… your arse.”
“Really?”
“Yep. The grey jeans are fan favourites, apparently.”
“You reckon Moony will like them?”
James stepped up behind him, sizing Sirius up for a moment before smiling broadly. “Moony will love them.”
Written for @wolfstarmicrofic.
Woollen
“Love?” He knocked softly on the door to the study. “I brought you a cuppa. Remus?”
Sirius opened the door when no answer came. He stepped into the room to find endless rolls of parchment sprawled over the floor and desk, a tipped-over inkwell bleeding a pool of black over most of it, now dripping quietly onto the rug. The fire in the hearth was reduced to embers that were glowing faintly in the dim evening light. Another cup of tea stood cold and abandoned to the side.
Amidst all of this was his husband, hunched over the desk, almost entirely lost in the folds of his woollen jumper. His face was hidden in the crook of his elbow. He was snoring. It was adorable.
He considered letting Remus sleep for a while. The gods knew he needed it. He had walked in on Remus sleeping on various surfaces around the house these last few days. Sirius knew his lanky frame would not take this position too kindly, though.
“Moony?” He nudged the other man lightly, startling him, and Remus looked up at him with bleary eyes. A quill was stuck in a sea of unruly golden curls, there was a smudge of ink on his nose, and a bit of drool clung to his chin. It was bloody endearing.
Remus glanced out of the window into the dark of the night and groaned softly. “What time is it?”
“It’s gone 10. Have you slept long?” Sirius vanished the spill of ink with a flick of his wand.
“Too long,” Remus mumbled as he sorted through the mess on the desk. “I need to get on with these papers.”
“You need to go to bed, love.”
“I need to find my damn quill, love,“ Remus snapped.
Sirius flinched, then plucked the quill from Remus’ hair with a huff. “Here,” he said, tossing the quill on the desk.
Remus had the decency to look ashamed as he ran a hand over his face and gave Sirius an apologetic look. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to jump down your throat.” Remus hooked his fingers in Sirius’ jeans pockets and pulled him into his lap, wrapping his arms around him, and Sirius leant into the warmth of Remus’ chest.
“It’s ok,” Sirius said. “I know how hard you work. Too hard.” He reached up to wipe the spittle from Remus’ chin and captured his mouth in a soft kiss. “But you need sleep. I’m serious.”
“I know you are,” Remus smiled, but it didn’t quite reach his tired eyes. Sirius could see the dark rings even in the dull light.
“Will you go to bed, then?”
“I really should get on—“ Remus started, only for Sirius to shut him up with another kiss.
Sirius ran a hand through Remus’ hair and tugged on it slightly, granting him access to Remus’ throat. He grazed his teeth over the sensitive skin, nosing his way up through Remus’ heavy beard. “I’ll let you jump down my throat in a fun way if you come to bed with me now…” Sirius whispered against his ear.
Remus pulled back, mock-scandalised. “Sirius Black, are you trying to lure me into your bed with vulgar promises, you minx?”
Sirius wagged his eyebrows and gave his bottom a little wiggle. “Is it working?”
“…yes.”
He kissed Remus again, urgently, and with heat and fire now.
“Then I am.”
Written for @wolfstarmicrofic.
ALT
To go along with Ollie’s plea for No Post November, we’ve decided to add on to this protest by creating Dead Dove December.
The purity culture and ‘problematic’ attacking teenagers seem to think they own the fandom. It’s time to remind them that this fandom is full of freaks (affectionate). It came from us. The Marauders Fandom has been around since most of them were born, and we will write what we please.
Censorship of fiction is not okay. Censorship of fiction is inherently homophobic. Fiction does not equal reality. Don’t forget the first rule of fanfic: don’t like, don’t read.
🕊Ship/Characters don’t matter as long as they’re in the HP universe—HOWEVER, we highly encourage the use of Jegulus, as it’s the Jegulus sub-fandom that has caused this outrage to begin with
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🕊Not everything you post in December needs to be dead dove, we just encourage you to write as much as you can.
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This fandom used to be an open and inviting space where people could share their creativity in a form that they, as the author, enjoyed. Unfortunately, as has become obvious, this is no longer the case, and many authors are beginning to feel trapped by the invisible constraints put upon them by a group of people who feel they can shout louder than others. Therefore, I am asking all Jegulus authors, whether we are friends, mutuals, don’t even like each other, or have never crossed paths, to join me in “No Post November.” Enough is enough.
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Simplicity
“Harry, when you have a chance could you -” Sirius said, stopping in his tracks. He hadn’t expected to find Harry and George snogging on the sofa, pressed together, legs tangled. He froze for a second, and backed out quietly and went back into the kitchen.
Remus looked up from the papers he was grading and took in Sirius’s expression. “What’s with you?”
“I just didn’t expect…” Sirius started and Remus waited, his eyebrow raised.
“Whatever is happening has rendered Sirius Black silent?” Remus teased, getting up from the table.
“Don’t go in there…they’ll think we’re spying on them.” Sirius said.
Remus laughed. “I guess they’re enjoying each others’ company then?”
“Yes.” Sirius said. “For simplicity’s sake, we just…stay in here for now.”
“The tables have turned, have they?” Remus said, pressing Sirius against the counter. “James walked in on us enough times…”
“He did, didn’t he? I dunno if we ever caught him and Lily…”
“I’m sure we did.” Remus said, kissing him. Sirius smiled into the kiss as he wrapped his arms around Remus.
A few minutes later, they heard footsteps. “Oh shit.” Harry muttered, as he went into the fridge and got two sodas. “You know, your room is literally in the house.”
Sirius leaned his head into Remus’s shoulder, trying to stifle his laughter. “You should talk.”
Harry opened his mouth to retort but closed it and turned red again. He turned on his heel and went back into the living room. Sirius gave Remus a mischievous grin. “Our room is upstairs as he so thoughtfully reminded us.”
“What do you have in mind, Mr. Black?”
“Silencing spell for sure, Moony.”
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Star studded
It was a clear night. A gentle breeze carried the quiet murmurs from the astronomy tower deep into the star-studded sky. Its twinkling light was reflected by a sea of stormy black and pools of molten silver that left his mouth dry and his heart aching. He bathed in the warm glow of soft edges and sharp teeth and the aura of something quite unworldly that seemed so far out of his reach. It set his skin on fire with the bittersweet promise of home.
“The stars are beautiful tonight, aren’t they?”
Remus’ musings were interrupted by Lily nudging him with her shoulder. The corners of her lips curled upward slightly and her emerald green eyes were shining knowingly.
Remus stole another sidelong glance at Sirius before turning to his telescope.
“They sure are.”
Written for @wolfstarmicrofic.
Hoax
"Now remember, James…whatever Moony says, go along with it." Sirius said, as the little boy climbed into his lap.
Remus came in a few minutes later with a look of barely suppressed mirth in his eyes. "James, did you know the Crumple-Horned Snorkack was spotted near here?"
James turned to look at Sirius with some alarm in his eyes.
"Don't be ridiculous, Moony…that nonsense is just a hoax." Sirius drawled.
"I want to see it." James announced, sliding off of Sirius and marching out of the room.
"Pranking your own grandson?" Sirius muttered.
"We'll make a Marauder out of him yet." Remus muttered back.
James marched back into the living room wearing a safari hat and a set of binoculars around his neck. "Ok. Let's go." James grabbed Remus's hand and dragged him out to the backyard.
"Well, this better be good." Sirius said, following them.
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Afraid
“Are you fucking kidding me?”
“Er… I’m afraid not.”
“Stop rubbing,” Remus chided. He swatted his hands away, impatiently.
Sirius let out a pitiful whine. “It hurts.”
“You brought that on yourself,” Remus muttered but there was no malice to his voice. “Now hold still, or else I’ll poke your eye out with my wand.”
Sirius huffed as Remus set to work. He couldn’t exactly see what Remus was doing, not with his watery eyes squeezed firmly shut, but he could feel fingers brush over his cheeks and breath ghost against his skin. Another flutter of movement and he felt Remus’ magic wash over him, siphoning away the worst of the burn.
“How is that? Better?”
He carefully opened one red-rimmed eye, squinting up at Remus as he nodded sheepishly. “Much. Thanks, Moony.”
Remus sighed as he tilted Sirius’ face up to study his eyes fully now. Apparently satisfied with what he saw, he dropped his hands and treated Sirius to a pointed look. “You’re a liability, Pads.”
“Am not,” Sirius spluttered indignantly. “I just wanted to know how the mechanism worked!”
“So you thought it a good idea to just hold up the pepper grinder over your eyes and twist away?”
“It was an accident!”
“Yesterday you stuck your fingers in the toaster,” Remus exclaimed, grabbing Sirius’ wrist and waving a bandaged hand in front of his face, “whilst still hot!”
“Also an accident!”
“That’s a lot of accidents, Padfoot,” Remus scoffed.
“It’s not my fault you invaded our home with your Muggle devices from hell.”
Remus sighed again as he pulled Sirius in by the front of his shirt. He planted a kiss on the top of his head and wrapped his arms around him. “I’m serious,” he murmured, pinching Sirius in the side before he could reply with the pun. “You are banned from the kitchen.”
Sirius buried himself in Remus’ embrace with a little grunt. “So no more cooking, baking, washing the dishes…”
“Yeah,” Remus hummed with a quiet snigger rolling through his chest. “Nice try on that last one.”
Written for @wolfstarmicrofic.
