Do you want to read something that makes you forget youāre reading? Something so lyrical it makes you catch your breath? Here you are then! This is my appreciation post for some bloody talented writers in the Wolfstar fandom!ā¤ļøāš„
NB: This is my personal list. And holy moly have I spent a lot of time making this list, but thereās no way I can fit all writers I love in one list. There are so many other incredible writers out there! Furthermore, this list does not intend to bring light to lesser-known writers. I know that this list contains quite a few pretty well-known writers within this fandom, but thatās how it isāplease donāt come at me! This is simply a list of writers that I, personally, love. Capiche?
accioromulus
(@accioromulus) accioromulus is an old favourite of mine; I canāt even imagine me being in this fandom if it werenāt for them. Writer of my two favourite fics: Hard to find, and Impossible Things. Their writing is just so soft. So beautiful. So all-consuming. I want to live in their writing and never leave!
āSirius?ā Says Remus, quiet. His fingers curl ever-so-slightly into the hair at the back of Siriusās neck, and Sirius shivers. āWhat are you doing?ā
The pale sunlight is creeping across the kitchen, lazy and gentle, but every inch of Sirius is on fire. Remusās lips are parted, his chest rising and falling, and Sirius thinks about Remusās skin under his mouth.
āI donāt know,ā Sirius admits, voice ragged. āI donāt know.ā
Montparnasse
(@montpahrnah) The god of the wolfstar fandom. This is probably no news for you, but of course they had to be included in this list! Their prose is like a literary orgasm. My favourite fic of theirs is Elucidation Practice, but everything theyāve written is beautiful. To give a taste:
Theyāre a natural disaster of hands and mouths and hips all the way to Siriusās bedroom, clumsy pathfinders tearing ineffectually at clothes and shoving each other into walls, Remusās fingers drumming up Siriusās ribs like counting the bricks in Diagon Alley, 1-2-3, 3-2-1, taking altogether a very long time about getting anywhere
Aeridi0nis
(@aeridi0nis), writer of fics such as in lieu of beaujolais, station to station, and for your pleasureāall of which are wonderful! Their writing is clever, witty, and beautiful. Ridi has a magical way of writing inner monologues that always has me laughing! They also have a way of making me cryā¦
āBut the answer is this: the answer is that Remus still (still ā that precious little word) keeps his toothbrush with Siriusā. His mugs are still in their sink, half-drained and bitter and material, and all of it is still theirs: this place, this mess. Remus is still here. Still, still, still.ā
MizDiz
MizDiz made me believe in magic, in Everythingās Connectedāmore than the Harry Potter books ever did. (Iām actually not even really kidding. I finished it reeaallly late one night, and pretty much convinced myself that magic exists, that everythingās connected). Their writing is just that: magical.
ā All of it,ā he says, turning his gaze out across the grounds. āEverything in the worldāin the Universeāitās all energy. Weāre nothing but energy, and sometimes I canā¦feel it? I can feel it, almost like a vibration thrumming through my body, and in those moments I canāt see borders anymore. I no longer see objects, I just see pure vitality. And itās when everything is as one that I can do anything I want.ā
Orestesfasting
(@newsom) Another classic writer, having written the masterpieces Light in August, and Born under Punches. Their writing is so incredibly soft, like a summer breeze, like a tender touch. Orestefasting is a gift to this fandom.
The truth is that heās kept this love on the back burner of his heart for so many years that heās grown accustomed to the smell and can sometimes almost ignore it completely. He likes to think heās made peace with the fact that heāll never know what it tastes like. Still there are times when the pot boils over and itās like he can feel it physically, the bubbling in his chest, cooking his insides and threatening to surge up his esophagus and out his mouth, scalding everything within its reach
Templeg
The softness. The sweet angst. And sometimes a touch of comedy. Brilliant! Brilliant! Brilliant! Writer of the wonderful: Our Blood, Still Young. Masterpiece!
āLookā, says Sirius, āit isnāt as if- Itās not like this has never happened before, historically. Between, you know, mates. It doesnāt matter. It doesnāt mean anything. When I was thirteen I rubbed one off on my bedpost.ā Remus chokes. āIt doesnāt mean I have feelings for the bedpost. It doesnāt mean I ever had feelings for the bedpost, plus, you know, splinters-ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āOK, STOPā, yelps Remus. āAm I a bedpost in this scenario?ā
wholesome_gay
( @moonynpadfootforever ), wholesome_gay has given so much to this fandom, in the most beautiful ways. My personal favourite of theirs is the beasts of wanting, but they have written other fics that are incredible as well. Their prose is quite simple, and it goes straight into your heart. Oh, I just love them.
He could see his own breath, and Siriusās: ephemeral clouds that dissipated before having the chance to touch.
Sirius tucked the cigarette away in his jacket and tapped his fingers on the leg of his jeans.Ā
āYou know Iād do anything for you, right, Moony?āļæ¼
Sreka
(@smodernlife), Oh, my beloved Sreka. Master of AUs, characterisations, and just. everything. (such as: Au Pif).
And anyways, just because Sirius was engaging and gorgeous and funny and seemed genuinely interested in what Remus had to say, he was still getting married . Remus had a business to run and didnāt have time to do little favors for any pretty boy who batted his eyelashes at him.Ā
He inhaled deeply, looked into Sirusās beautiful, earnest, gray eyes and answered.
āYeah, absolutely.āĀ
Wanderingburrundia
(@wanderingbandurria) V always manages to amaze me, especially with their incredible AUs. Nobody does AUs quite like them - it really is like stepping in to another world! (e.g. The Delegate)
He knew that nothing he could say would convince Remo, so he just kissed him firmly, and let Remo cradle his face between his hands, firmly, and undo him completely.
It already tasted like his heart breaking, and yet - even though he wanted to cry, to scream, to beg - all he could do was hang onto Remoās body and breathe close to his neck, wishing for something, anything, that told him how to keep Remo by his side.
eyra
(@eyra) I loooved the writing in Hollow Places, and I donāt think Iāve ever smiled as much as I did while reading Beneath a Big Blue Sky. And of course, who wouldnāt sell their soul for A Brief History of Dragons? So naturally Eyra needs to be on this list. Their writing is spectacular! Whenever I read their fics I instantly want to move to Yorkshire. Right. Now.
āYour its mum now, Sirius,ā Remus says quietly, the corner of his mouth quirking up in a soft smile. āDonāt let it down.ā
And for some reason, at that, Sirius feels his throat grow a little tight. The lamb squirms a little in his arms, apparently trying to clamber higher on Siriusās chest to then - and drawing a chuckle from Remus - nose noisily at his hair hanging loose around his shoulders. Sirius smiles, shrugging his shoulder as the lambās nose tickles at the side of his neck, still sniffing away and taking fine strands of hair between its gummy little lips.
Xylodemon
(@xylodemon) Writer of many wonderful wolfstar fics! I mean, just the sheer number of fics theyāve written for this fandom - itās unbelievable! And you can always count on quality writingāand be prepared to laugh! It takes some skill to write something so funny! From Truthful:
It wasnāt that Remus didnāt trust James, it was just that Remus didnāt trust James at all. His furry little problem was safe, but the way Jamesā mind worked, everything else would be fair game. Including his inconvenient and growing-worse-by-the-day crush on Sirius. How James had ferreted it out, Remus would never know, but he supposed James wouldnāt be bloody James if he hadnāt.
dykesiriusblack
( @dykesiriusblack ) Laura is a lyrical mastermind. Every damn time they have me completely mind blown with their writing. Iām sorry I donāt know enough about literature to explain exactly what it is, but itās definitely something; their prose is like a psychedelic drug, a fever dreamāin the best way possible!
Eg. Illicit affairs
Remus was breaking apart at the seams, spilling bloody on the floor everything that Sirius wove himself into ā in the lines of his palm, his stomach acid, his marrow, the infinitesimal space between joints. He was everywhere; he was in him. Remus could peel back his skin, dig into the muscle, the gristle of himself, to excavate Sirius like a tiny, piercing glass shard, but he would never get close.
Lunchbucket
(@quoththethestral) I donāt understand how lunchbucket does it, thereās just something about their writing thatās so incredible. Itās soft, but also with some kind of edge to it? Also, their fics are always so clever, and often feel kind of grown up in some way. (e.g. Petty (With a Prior), and the BEAUTIFUL Liebestraum)
Remus, in the throes of it, wondered why a word had never been created for the particular feeling ā he was so out of his element, lost in some sort of space where he was surrounded by nothing but Sirius, and Siriusā hands, and Siriusā voice ā terrified but satisfied indescribably, freed but held, these contrasting feelings fighting against each other all at the same time to create a sense of freefall unlike anything he had ever felt before.
aryastark_valarmorghulis
(@aryastark-valarmorghulis), An exceptional writer. Thereās no questioning that. Iām so so weak for: when we finally kiss goodnight.
Remus blinks, his ears ringing like a spell missed him by a whisker, his heart leaping somewhere between his chest and throat. āOr something,ā he repeats, his stunned mind still not grasping the enormity of what Sirius just said but thereās no possibility to read anything different into his words. The clumsiest, truest, sweetest confession just fell into his hands and itās so precious, Remus is afraid that translating the dizzy love into words could break it.
WrappedUp
(@wolfstarting) Yet another classic wolfstar writer! Always a safe choice if you want some quality writing! My favourites of theirs: Lock it down, and Just what the doctor ordered.
It feels mature. It feels right. It feels fucking wretched. Itās the first time heās ever been aware of the feelings of another mattering to him at least as much, if not more than, his own.
moonymoment
( @blurryayse ). moonymoment really manages to swing from writing really good quality fluff and silliness (such as in lessen my load and Operation: Toebeans) to writing prose so poetic and lyrical it hurts (such as in ātis the damn season).
Heās a forest fire, a hurricane, an avalanche, heāsā
Heās all of these things, but primarily, he is Remusās. For the night, he is Remusās.
Heās Remusās, wrists under his hands, skin in his mouth and between his teeth, every sound that falls out of his mouth like a trickle of sticky chardonnay following a sharp jawline, heās all of these things. Heās a billion things. Heās a billion noises. Heās a sacrifice to be made.
drowsyanddazed
( @drowsyanddazed ) It was earlier this year that I stumbled upon my dear drowsyanddazedāand from the very first word I was hooked. All her stories are so very very lovely; sheās such a pro at capturing the feeling of (not really) unrequited love: the pining, the jealousy, and the sheer stupidity of our favourite boys. If this is something you like, you should read all of her fics right now!! (e.g losing my mind, thinking about you, and this desperate in love)
The black kohl along his water line is smudged, black flecks of it dusting his cheekbone. His hair is still flying everywhere, whipping across his face. Heās a mess. Heās the blurred edges of a photograph. Heās a heartbeat and stinging lungs. Heās the rattling behind Remusā ribcage. And Sirius grins at him, tongue between teeth āillecebrous and tantalising and all things beautiful and dangerousā and all the air rushes out of Remusā lungs in one fell swoop. Heās lightheaded and dizzy and burning.
Here you haveĀ āem! Now go enjoy!
xx Elliotšø
