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I'm starting to think of the Wolfstar fic I will write for Christmas.
I have three ideas and I'm interested in hearing what sounds most interesting to you.
Which fic idea would you be most interested in?
Christmas post-Hogwarts 1978 - dinner at the Potters - Angst.
Last Christmas @ Grimmauld Place 1974 - Hurt/Comfort
Say Hello Wave Goodbye - the explicit cut
I don't mind just feed me Wolfstar
How about an angsty, Wolfstar one-shot telling of a night out in Soho in October 1981 - all rain, and smoke, and drink, and sticky floors, and dim red lights, and early Soft Cell, and two men who have no-where else to hide their desire now their friendship has fallen apart as the world crumbles around them?
If I write this, would you read it?
Yes, Yes, Yes
Not interested
A Belated Five for Friday
Thank you for the tag @brinkworth and I'm sorry it took me so long! Here's five lines from my next chapter from Without You, I'm Nothing:
"Speaking of girls…" James began tentatively as Remus replaced the mirror. "What exactly is going on with that Figg girl?" Remus looked at James as if to warn him that this was not a subject he wanted to talk about just now. Yet James either ignored the warning or was entirely oblivious to Remus' discomfort as he shifted forwards in his chair and continued, "Oh, come on, Moony, you can tell me."
No pressure tagging @severedreamerfox and @loonyloopylupin96and open tag for anyone else, but tag me if you do post :)
Coming soon.....
Say Hello Wave Goodbye by Clare Mansfield
An angsty, Wolfstar one-shot telling of a night out in Soho in October '81. All rain, smoke, drink, sticky floors, dim red lights, and two men who have nowhere else to hide their desire now their friendship has fallen apart.
Get into the mood by listening to Say Hello Wave Goodbye by Soft Cell, She's Lost Control and Atmosphere by Joy Division.
Posting on Halloween on a03.
From the desk of wolfstargazer
I would like to hear about Without you I'm nothing
This is my 150k in-progress edit of my Remus POV Wolfstar fic. It is a dual time period piece, focused on Remus after Sirius' death and the Marauders at school so all the classics are here from my perspective of the timeline (The Prank, Sirius leaving home etc). It picks up from Patient Potions Master, but could be read without it.
Rating: M
Pairings: Wolfstar (Unresolved), James/Lily, Sirius/OC (pre-Wolfstar), Remus/OC (pre-Wolfstar),
Genre: Drama/Angst. Hurt/Comfort. Coming of Age. Dealing with Grief. Friendship. UST. Extreme Slow Burn.
Title: taken from and inspired by Without You I'm Nothing by Placebo (Feat. David Bowie).
Synopsis: Remus returns from his trip to Hogwarts feeling desolate and confused. In dealing with his grief Remus is forced to face the feelings he has tried to ignore and explain away the bitterness of years that have passed.
Snippet:
Sirius had been thinking, his grey eyes serious as he looked at Remus. After a long moment of silence, Sirius cleared his throat and began to speak, his voice warm and genuine, "Oh I don't know about that Moony…" Suddenly Sirius' expression changed and as he beat his chest in a Neanderthal manner he teased, "Well, you certainly haven't got the charm, looks and charisma I have." Remus rolled his eyes. "But you definitely have…something…" Something about the way Sirius had said the word "something" caused Remus’ stomach to lurch. But he tried to conceal it as he laughed lightly and said, “Oh really? What’s that?” Sirius was regarding him closely, his eyes searching his face as he searched for the right words. “You have that sort of thing that people…I mean girls go for.” He waved his hand before explaining, “You know what I mean. That sort of…distance…” “Distance?” Remus said, confused. “You know. That sort of aloofness. Not that I’m saying you’re cold,” Sirius hastened to add, “It’s like a stillness, you know?” Remus didn't know. "Oh, I don't know what I'm talking about…" Sirius mumbled, half to himself and half to Remus. Remus' eyes were fixed on Sirius who had now stood up and was busying his hands by taking off his tie completely. "Maybe I’m not exactly the expert on this.” Remus watched the way Sirius wrapped the tie he’d just removed tightly about his hand. “All I’m saying,” Sirius continued, the embarrassment gone from his voice, the blush gone for his cheeks. “Is that maybe you’re not quite the hopeless case you think you are. And perhaps, at some point, you’ll figure that out.”
No 3. Sleeping with ghosts sounds intriguing 🤍
This is the fic that resolves the slow burn and sexual tension that took 150k+ words and 17 narrative years to build.
This fic is split into two parts. The first part focuses on the last time Remus and Sirius see each other before the murders of the Potters. The second part is set post-GOF and is my take on "Lie Low at Lupin's". It alternates between Sirius' and Remus' POV.
It includes dark and mature themes but is full of love.
Rating: M/E (I'm not entirely sure yet but defo 18+)
Pairings: Wolfstar
Genre: Drama/Angst. Romance. Violence. Hurt/Comfort. Sex. Mature themes. Reconciliation. Healing.
Title: taken from and inspired by Sleeping with Ghosts by Placebo.
Synopsis: After years of tension, suspicion and betrayal two old friends come to realise that they've wasted too much time.
Snippet 1:
"You can't hurt me anymore, Sirius," Remus said, his voice breathless and bloodied. Sirius was livid, his eyes wide, his lip trembling as he applied, even more pressure, to Remus' chest. "There's nothing you can do to cause me anymore pain…" Yet as he had said this Remus' voice had suddenly caught in his throat; restricted by the lack of air and by something he had read in Sirius' eyes. All words of further warning failed him . He blinked and Sirius was still there, stationary, his mind processing the thought that Remus had glimpsed; his eyes unfathomable, his face now becoming unreadable as all was shrouded in emotion and dark. Eventually, Remus found his words returning; knowing that if he didn't speak now than it would be his last chance to try and stop what was about to happen. Yet the voice that broke the uneasy silence seemed like it was not his own, the words he spoke were clearly uncertain and infused with fear as he said, shaking "If you kiss me now, Sirius, I shall never forgive you."
Snippet 2:
If he had gotten up, if Sirius had not stopped him, by now the kettle on the stove would be whistling. They would both be dressed and discussing what they were to do in the fight against Voldemort. Only now that didn't seem to matter. For now, it seemed as if the whole world could wait. Sirius guided Remus' hand, and Remus found himself pushing away the hair to cup the warm curve of Sirius' neck. Had he imagined it, Remus wondered, perhaps a little too late, unable to stop they way his fingertips sought out the downy hairs at the back of Sirius' neck. Had he always wondered what this would be like, to be here, like this, with him? "You're thinking why," Sirius said, his voice a barely audible whisper. Outside Remus could hear that more cars were starting as the Muggles left for work. "Am I?" Remus asked, his voice no-way near as certain sounding as Sirius'. Sirius nodded. "Why here? Why now? Why like this?" Remus said nothing, clinging to the coolness of control, hoping it would be enough to help him see things clearly. To not make this a mistake. But Sirius smiled and Remus felt his stomach fall away. After remaining motionless for a long time Sirius moved and placed a hand gently on Remus' cheek. It was so different to touch than to be touched and Remus started at the heat of it, the intimacy of it, as he felt Sirius' rough hand caress his face. Remus fought the urge to incline towards Sirius' palm. But it was impossible. Sirius moved his fingers slowly, softly, tracing a scar that cut close to Remus' mouth. Remus couldn't think, only feel. All that mattered was the feeling of Sirius' hand, and the way his body was responding to Sirius' touch. "I once told you that some scars weren't on the outside," Sirius said. Remus remembered that conversation well. He felt Sirius' eyes searching, taking in every scar, every blemish, every line on Remus' face before Sirius lent a little closer and said, "I think we both understand that now."
For the WIP tag game: Please let me hear about "The devil in the details". That sounds intriguing
This is a short fic set during Snape's sixth year at Hogwarts. Told from Snape's POV it focuses on his feelings and attempts to repair his relationship with Lily after Snape's Worst Memory through the use of Felix Felicis. Marauders and other Marauder-era characters are thrown in for good measure.
Rating: T
Pairings: Lily/Snape, Lily/James (Endgame)
Genre: Drama/Angst.
Title: taken from and inspired by Devil in the Details by Placebo.
Synopsis: Felix Felicis. A tricky little potion to make: a difficult prize to win. That is, of course, unless you're the Half Blood Prince. But what will a sixteen-year old Severus Snape do with twelve hours of luck?
Snippet:
He watched as Mary bit nervously at her bottom lip before she asked, "Why did you do that?" Snape shrugged. "What did you expect me to do?" This time it was Mary's turn to shrug. "Well...I..." she began to stammer awkwardly. "I'm not sure. She paused and with a toss of her curls said, "I know what you lot are, you know..." Snape said nothing and watched Mary's face carefully as she looked down at her feet and mumbled, almost as if she didn't want him to hear, "...but perhaps she was right about you." Snape's heart tightened at these words as Mary stepped away from the statue, turning to walk down the narrow corridor that led to the stairs to Gryffindor Tower. But as though he was possessed by some force greater than his resolve Snape stepped forward and called out, "Mary. Wait!" Mary halted and turned and before Snape was conscious of what he was doing he found himself speaking as though he could not control himself. "Please...I just want to say...What I mean is..." He struggled to take a deep breath, flustered suddenly by the way that the potion was clearly taking over, "I just wanted to know, Mary. Does she hate me?" Mary sighed and, folding her arms across her chest, she reluctantly replied, "No, she doesn't hate you Snape. Although it would be much easier and better for her if she did..." She went to move away but Snape persisted, following her. "I want to see her...just once...I need to talk to her and at least try and make her see. To apologise...I know I've tried before but I want it to be different this time..." Something about Mary's expression told Snape she was listening and so he took a deep breath before finishing, "I just want to make sure." Behind him Snape could hear that lessons were drawing to a close. Soon there would be the rush for lunch. Mary seemed to sense this too, knowing full well that any minute now there would be a stream of students trying to get up the narrow stairway to the Gryffindor corridor. "Fine! I suppose I owe you for today. You get one chance Snape. Be in the Trophy Room at nine tonight. But don't blame me if she hexes you into oblivion!" And with that she turned and Snape watched her bobbing curls until she disappeared round the corner.
