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(Last updated: 12.03.25)
MASTERLIST:
WIPs:
WIRES (E, 14.1k, Wolfstar, Rosekiller, Jegulus) Sometimes you just need a man who knows how to throw a punch and has nothing left to lose. AKA my crack-treated-seriously anime logic street-fighter Remus AU.
COMPLETE FICS:
Exit Music (M, 1.8k, Rosekiller) Barty is sick of being so alone all the time. When Evan Rosier blocks him from his streams, he has to take matters into his own hands.
Wherever, Whatever (E, 24k, Wolfstar) My Own Private Idaho AU. Portland, 1971. Remus Lupin knows the American dream is just that, a dream. But it’s hard to tell the difference when Sirius Black is looking at him.
The Long Road Home (E, 6.7k, Wolfstar) A messy night out and a messy morning after. Remus plays bass, and he looks far too good while doing it. All of the fun incestuous friendship dynamics we all know and love. Inspired entirely by the vocals from the band CAKE.
If I’m On Fire (You’ll be made of ashes, too) (E, 939w, Rosekiller) Street racing automotive chicken. Barty wants to feel real, and death doesn’t scare him. Evan has never been the first to give in.
SERIES:
SLAUGHTERER:
Transmuter (M, 1.5k, Starchaser) You can never be too careful with pipe-dreams, paper-thin and frail as gold leaf, twice as bright and infinitely more precious. Or; the last time James Potter has to say goodbye.
Reckoner (E, 1.7k, DDDNE! Rosekiller) He tasted like sweetness and home and blood, still water and something acrid, like ammonia. Like death.
Decayer (E, 2.6k, Wolfstar) A smutty glimpse into an AU where all hope is lost. Regulus is dead, and Sirius can’t speak or seem to stop killing. Remus treats him very gently. Based off of Depeche Modes’ song ‘precious.’
DOGTOOTH:
The Dogs We Bet On (and all the ways in which they lose) (E, 3k, Rosekiller) Religious trauma, murder boyfriends, and all the perverted freaky goodness of two people who love each other a bit too hard and fast. My love letter to rosekiller and Ethel Cain.
I Won’t Cry For You (I won’t crucify the things you do) (E, 2.7k, Rosekiller/Regulus) A snapshot of one messy drunken night out, where everything feels both hazy and sharp as a knife.
