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Hasn't written a word in two months.

Slacks at work to write Rosier twins incest oneshot.

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✨2025 Writer's Wrap-Up✨

A bit late to the game, but thanks for the tag to all the amazing writers @m00neroni, @wannabelilybriscoe and @the-verity <3

How many fics did you write this year?

3 posted on ao3 + 14 microfics + 1 unfinished microfic series

How many words did you write this year?

A little over 25k (it's a bit difficult to keep track of the microfics because I only post them here)

Did you try anything new this year? (New fandom? New pairing? New language?)

Before this year I mostly wrote rosekiller so it was interesting to also try my hand at wolfstar, pandalily and a no ship Lily POV. It was nice to branch out a bit.

Did you participate in any fests/events during the year?

This was actually my first year participating in fests. I did HP Feminimominon fest, Rosekiller Winter Bingo, and Moony's Wonderful Winter Bingo.

Which is the funniest fic you have written this year?

Amm... I don't know? I think my fics are more angst and desperate pining haha one of the rosekiller microfics probably

Which is the angstiest fic you have written this year?

Probably The Sound of Threads Snapping or Lily Is Not Having a Fun Time.

Which is the steamiest fic you have written this year?

Oh Carpet Burns for sure hehe

Which is your most valuable writing lesson learned this year?

Bad writing is better than no writing. Even if I think it sucks, even if everyone thinks it sucks, I learned something while doing it. Sometimes I try to force writing, because I want to write more, and I feel like my yearly word count is too low, so I try to remind myself that I write for fun. There is no point in doing it if I'm not enjoying the process. It's still hard sometimes though.

What do you look forward to writing next year?

I got a few really lovely comments on Nouveau Pauvre so I'm excited to give this fic another go 😊and I'd like write more pandalily

I'm not sure who's done it already but here are some np tags: @just--vi @igetje @m00neroni @marigold-hills @leavesthatarebrown and anyone else who wants to do it <3

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Carpet Bruns

Tags:

POV Sirius Black, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Established Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, they're married your honor, Oral Fixation, Cock Warming, Mouth Fucking, Frottage, Carpet Burns ​

Summary:

Remus reads a book. Sirius decides to join him.

Thank you mods at @moony--love for organizing!

Moony's Wonderful Winter Bingo Prompts: carpet burns, dom/sub, aftercare, free space: oral fixation

(I am very bad a titles. And summaries.)

This one is for @leavesthatarebrown thank you to your wonderful mind <3

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6.11. madness - @wolfstarmicrofic -word count: 447 I really suggest listening to the song as you read <3

cw: weed

It’s hot. They’ve opened the basement windows, but nothing can fight against the oppressive heatwave persisting outside. Upstairs is even worse, and, really, there is no place Remus would rather be.

Lazily, he reaches for the ashtray and brings the blunt to his mouth. He feels the smoke filling his lungs and watches as Sirius fiddles with the guitar.

They’ve both lost their shirts to fight the heat, and Remus’s fuzzy brain can’t help but trace every part of his friend’s body. The black Converse, the jeans they’ve cut off right above the knee with blunt kitchen scissors. The hair on his legs, his happy trail, numerous tattoos, the chipped nail polish, the long black hair that now reaches past his shoulders.

Remus watches Sirius pick up the beer bottle, the way condensation drips down the bottle and spills over Sirius’s hand. The way he carelessly puts it on the floor. Remus knows it’s a hazard—one day someone will trip over it, and the amp will be ruined. But he can’t bring himself to care as Sirius wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. Those lips. A beauty mark just to the side. A satisfied smirk that shows off his teeth as he gets the settings just right.

Remus’s chest squeezes with a feeling he knows all too well, and he takes another hit to drown it out.

Sirius sings.

There’s nowhere he’d rather be.

Day after day seems about the same

Same old people playing same old games

But some days are different when the moon shines bright

There's a storm in your brain on a full moon night

It’s hot, it stinks of weed and cigarettes. Sweat drips down his neck and makes his back stick uncomfortably to the leather couch. Remus remembers how they busted their asses to get it down the stairs.

But Sirius sings.

Don't like to fight, don't like to spit

Don't like a steak with no pepper on it

No, I don't like to spit, and I don't like to fight

Don't wanna be alone on a full moon night

Remus’s record player is off to the side; they’re going to listen to it when Sirius gets tired of playing. There are posters on walls, some from magazines, some they’ve stolen from the shows they’ve been to.

Sirius looks at him and sings.

I can make like a dog, give my tail a shake

Make like a frog, go jump in a lake

Make like a cock, cock-a-doodle-doo

Make like I'm gonna make love to you

Sirius isn’t singing anymore, and there’s nowhere Remus would rather be. Maybe this is what they mean by the Black madness.

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5.11. Love story - @pandalilymicrofics - word count: 189

Lily wouldn’t call it a love story.

No, it’s more of an impulse—a realization.

Pandora would call it something more cataclysmic, like an event. A singularity, perhaps. Not that Lily entirely knows what that word means.

Now, Lily could sit here and wax poetic about the gold body glitter Pandora applies to her midnight skin, and how it reminds Lily of pixie dust. She could go on and on about the blond braids and how the beads make her want to bite. Lily could list a thousand outfits Pandora loves, and why they make her look like a goddess. Lily truly could.

But there’s more to it.

Because Pandora is nobody’s, she is her own, and she knows it.

Every time she steps into the room, Lily feels like the air no more surrounds the Earth. It grovels at Pandora’s feet, where Lily wishes she could be.

Lily knows Pandora like the back of her hand, yet she cannot grasp her duality, multiplicity, ambiguity.

Pandora is like dancing barefoot on a spring day.

Pandora is like a questionably controlled explosion.

Lily loves her.

That’s all there is to it.

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3.11. - @rosekillermicrofic - word count: 426

CW: insinuated nsfw at the end

Barty doesn’t wake up right away. He’d always been a deep sleeper, and it takes a few minutes before he registers the slight shaking of the bed, yet even this isn’t enough to make him truly aware of his surroundings.

Sleepily, he rolls to the other side to press against his boyfriend's warm body, but his hand reaches into emptiness. With his eyes still closed, he feels around the mattress, finding the sudden coldness uncomfortable beneath his fingers. A shiver travels through his body as he reluctantly opens one eye against the early morning light. The bed beside him is devoid of life, the sheets haphazardly thrown aside.

This isn’t an unusual event. Barty often wakes up in the middle of the night to find the bed empty. Evan’s non-existent sleep schedule often sees him working on his “projects” through the night, yet Barty still stares at the empty bed as if it had personally offended him.

He likes waking up next to his boyfriend, sue him.

That’s when he feels it again—a slow but persistent shaking of the bed. Scratch that, the whole house is vibrating. Panic surges through him as he practically leaps out of bed to take cover from the earthquake. 

It’s like that, standing in the middle of their bedroom in nothing but his underwear, when it strikes him who exactly he is dating. Who he lives with, and he huffs out a sleepy laugh. Still chuckling to himself, he throws on his velvet robe, not bothering to tie it.

Barty follows the dim light coming from the first floor and stops before the so-called “laboratory” to open the door as quietly as possible. He knows what he is about to find on the other side—a sight he always found downright irresistible. It was the only reason why he agreed to configure one of the first-floor rooms into a hospital abomination from which medical smells wafted at all times of the day.

And soon he’s rewarded—Evan stands hunched over a bizarre-looking machine, wearing his pristine lab coat and fingers covered in some kind of grease. Barty wants to put them in his mouth. Or potentially somewhere else.

Slowly, he opens the door all the way, but Barty knows there is only one way to get Evan’s attention when he is in this state of focus. Not even bothering to be stealthy, he climbs the table and snakes his hands under the crisp lab coat.

“Oh, Bee,” comes a muffled sigh from above, and a ferocious smile splits Barty’s face.

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Boo! Tricky treat!

ELLMMMMMM I promise I didn't forget about this, it's just life has been so hectic lately that I haven't had time to do ANYTHING....... but here, take a Theo snippet of a longer WIP from my folders.... a treat for my fave mootie!

You promised me a family. Theo had only been 9 years old when the Dread Doctors had set their sights on him. It was an unimpressive excuse, he knew, but 9 year olds don't really know anything. They can be convinced so easily, into doing such horrible things. Who knows better, before they've even spent a conscious decade on Earth? When the Dread Doctors told him his sister wanted him to have her heart, he believed them. Theo had always been a sick child, quick to tire and ill almost every week. Opening his eyes in the morning was a chore, and it felt like every day he had to drag his little body out of his bed was one step closer to a far-too-soon demise. His heart would pound too strongly in his chest, and it felt like no matter how quickly he breathed, no matter how fast his heart beat, his muscles and mind couldn't work properly. The doctors- not the Dread ones, the normal ones- always said there was nothing wrong. Just a kid that happened to feel unwell all the time. When his parents would leave him to go live their lives, it was Tara who would care for him, patient and doting. She would whisper at night, when she thought Theo was asleep, that she would do anything for Theo to just get better. She had that instinct children tend to do, before adulthood dulls their senses, that Theo would never get better. He was a doomed boy from the start. But then the Dread Doctors had said there was a way, just one. Make him into a beast from the legends of old, and combine his sister with himself. He knew they talked to Tara, before it happened. Whereas others would forget the Dread Doctors as they passed by, Theo had an uncanny ability to remember them, and so did Tara. At the time, he'd thought; who could forget all of that? But when he asked his parents, strangers on the street, tried to get them on video, it was like he'd only imagined them. Except for the fact that Tara had seen them too. Theo had thought the procedure would be scary. It was his first ever surgery, and it was in a dark, dingy cave of some kind, surrounded by weird liquids and using rusted equipment. At least, that was where he thought it would be. Instead, using their powers of memory manipulation, the Dread Doctors led the boy and his dead sister into the nearest hospital, Tara's body thrown over the Geneticist's shoulder. He hadn't known them for long then, couldn't reliably tell them apart, but he knew now, that the Geneticist liked to handle specimens himself. "Sleep now," the Surgeon said. He'd led the odd group straight into an operating room, with the people who'd been inside seemingly frozen in time. Fresh surgical tools were laying on the nearby table, and the Geneticist used an empty gurney to set Tara down. Theo didn't know how to feel about looking at his sister's dead body. It was like his brain refused to think about it any more, beyond 'yes, that is my sister's corpse'. The Surgeon picked Theo up then- and though they hadn't known each other for long, his hold somehow felt paternal- and set him down on the operating table. The Dread Doctors took off their ugly regalia then, and donned the sterile equipment scattered about the OR. They looked relatively normal under the masks and leather robes, if terribly old and a little wet. Theo was wrapped up in towels and hooked up to devices, and then the Surgeon was holding a large needle seemingly meant for Theo. "If you close your eyes, it won't hurt," he said, and without the mask, his voice was a soft, gravelly whisper. The Geneticist and Pathologist exchanged glances, and that was the last thing Theo saw before he closed his eyes. As promised, it didn't hurt.

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The Mask and The Pit Part 1

Wolfstar microfic series, Uni AU

Remus pushes around the food on his plate with his fork. The Pit in his stomach makes him want to throw up. He feels James’s reassuring eyes on him—he’s the only one who knows. The only one he could stomach to tell. Lily will be excited, and Peter won’t care; he knows, but Sirius… Remus doesn’t know what to expect.

“I’ve met someone,” he says. In an instant, all eyes are on him. Strangely, it feels a lot like the conversation he had with his parents. He can't help risking a glance at the expression on Sirius’s face, but The Mask is already in place. Remus hates it.

The four roommates hit it off instantly on the very first day of university and have been inseparable ever since. But Sirius had always been special. They’ve both had their dark moments in the dead of night, and before they knew it, it became a habit to seek the other. Remus knows more about Sirius than he knows about himself; about his family, his fears, and doubts. And in turn, Sirius took the time to meet all of Remus’s inner demons. Sirius’s opinion matters.

It matters because they’re best friends, but it also matters because he has loved Sirius for four years. And because they’ll be sharing a tiny apartment for the next two.

“Oh, Rem, that’s great,” exclaims Lily. She’s been gently pushing him to get out there and seems genuinely excited to know more. The Pit feels like it wants to eat him from the inside out.

The Mask turns into a smile. “Well, tell us more! What is she?” asks Sirius, and Remus loathes that voice. He glances at the others, but there is no reaction. No one has ever indicated they also see The Mask Sirius puts on to hide his emotions, his thoughts.

“Where did the two of you meet?” Peter adds.

She.

He tries to swallow, but his throat just might be full of sawdust. Remus's eyes lock with James’s, and it’s comforting, but it’s not enough. He can’t do it.

“We met back in Wales,” he says carefully.

“When do we get to meet her?” asks Lily.

Her.

“We were thinking of visiting every few weeks. So probably on the 24th,” he replies. He sees the shadow of sadness pass across James’s face. Remus looks away. He knows James just wants to be supportive, but he doesn’t understand.

Lily turns to his boyfriend. “You’ve been suspiciously calm about this,” she says with an accusatory glare. James shoots Remus an apologetic smile. They both knew he wouldn’t be able to fool his friends. Unlike Sirius, James wears his heart on his sleeve.

“We shared a room for four years! He tells me things,” James jokes. “Sometimes,” he adds when Lily levels him with one of her looks. “But this time, he just happened to mention it yesterday when I stopped by our room to pick up some stuff. Sorry, your room,” he emphasizes to Remus and leans in to give Lily a quick kiss. Remus is glad as the topic shifts away from his interrogation.

As The Pit turns and churns, refusing Remus’s attempts to keep down his dinner, he thinks he hears Sirius murmur, “Just happened to mention.” The Pit gives an unhappy sault, and Remus quickly excuses himself from the conversation. But before he manages to leave, James leans in, “You’ll have to tell them eventually,” he whispers. Remus just nods in response. The Pit won’t let him forget it.

“I’m going to make you spill it. I want to know everything,” Lily exclaims after him with a mischievous glint in her eye. “I’ll tell you whatever you want to know,” he throws over his shoulder and is surprised to realize he means it. He wants to tell her about Fabian. Remus thinks they’d get along.

Next Part

Notes:

If you saw a mistake, no you didn't.

CW: internalized homophobia, behavior that is interpreted as homophobic, self-destructive behavior (mainly drinking and sleeping around). I'll add additional warnings, if something else comes up.

I dreamt this scene and now I'm bullying myself into writing the rest by posting it. I have no idea where the story is going.

Fabian (probably) won't be making an actual appearance because the whole point is for Remus and Sirius to get over their shit. Sirius is in a Dark Place™, but Remus will use his dick to get him out of it because that's how life works. Obviously. Absolutely.