Wolfstar MWPP Era Fic Rec

Tartan Tribulations by theyshotmyclown (@sqvalors) - Teen, 1.4k

In which Remus’ clothes mysteriously disappear, McGonagall is surprisingly collected and Sirius is, as usual, insufferable.

Personal Space by peskywhistpaw - Gen, 2.7k

In which Remus is the only Marauder who appreciates personal space. Most of the time, anyway.

all alone on the edge of seventeen by nikkiRA (@sadzelda​) - Teen, 3k

He is seventeen and in love.

The Great Christmas Biscuit Misunderstanding of 1977 by xylodemon (@xylodemon) - Explicit, 3.2k, Christmas

In which Sirius just wants a bit of fun, James fancies himself awfully clever, Peter won’t be brewing any potions, and Remus would rather not get shouted at by McGonagall again, thank you very much.

Several Ways to Apologize by Aria (@thedaisiestdaisy​) - Teen, 3.3k, The Prank

“The thing is, though,” Sirius said, addressing the scarlet draperies, “Moony’s not going to give me legumes and yell. He’s too nice.”

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11 moments that marked Sirius and Remus’s relationship (at Hogwarts)

Year 1:

Moment #1

The first time Remus Lupin talked to Sirius Black, he had wanted to slap him. He had been 11 years old, self-conscious, quiet, and had sworn to keep to himself for the entirety of his 7 school years, but he had wanted to slap him very much.

“That’s what Mother says ayway,” Sirius kept repeating in that superior, pedant tone. “She says there has never been one single person in Slytherin that isn’t completely pureblooded.”

Remus thought he saw the greasy-haired boy next to the red-head move uncomfortably on his chair, but said nothing.

“I don’t know what’s Slytherins’ mania with pureblood, personally, though,” Sirius continued. “I myself am sure I will be sorted into Gryffindor,” he smirked triunphantly.

“Whoa!” The boy with the spectacles- James Potter, Remus was almost sure- exclaimed. “Can you imagine that? The first Black to be sorted somewhere other than Slytherin. That’ll give people something to talk about.”

Remus followed the conversation from his place next to the window, biting on his tongue to avoid saying anything that might make these boys hate him before they had even set foot on Hogwarts grounds. He settled for looking out the window, rolling his eyes at every new comment the two boys made.

Sirius turned to James, his eyes sparkling. “I know, right! That’ll show my family.” A pause. “What about you, Lupin? Where do you think you’ll end up?”

Remus turned his head slowly, trying to mask his surprise at being addressed.

“I dunno,” he muttered, shrugging a little bit. He thought of adding something else, seeing the expectant looks of the other 4 people around him. He didn’t want, however, to tell them how incredibly freaked out he was, how he thought the Sorting Hat would probably just laugh (if hats could laugh) and tell him You? You thought you had a place here? How marvelous! How incredibly amusing! and just laugh and laugh and laugh until someone took it off Remus’s head so he could run out of the school and hide under a rock forever and ever.

So he just blinked and turned back to the window. He heard Sirius let out a disappointed breath, and it was a few seconds before he resumed his conversation with James. This time, however, Remus listened without rolling his eyes.


Moment #2:

“Black, Sirius!”

Sirius walked up to the stool where the sorting hat rested, his heart drumming like mad inside his chest, his legs feeling like melting butter. He hid his hands under the sleeves of his robes so no one could see them shaking, and tried to muster every single piece of confidence that could possibly run into his Black blood. He brushed past Remus Lupin in the process, and let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. He could do this.


Moment #3:

“Sirius?” Remus whispered, pressing his ear against the drapes of the four-posted bed. Immediately he heard the other boy let out a shaky breath. “Sirius, I’m going to open the curtain, okay?” No response.

He pulled the drapes aside, revealing a curled-up lump on a corner of the bed. The lump- Sirius- was shaking with silent sobs. Tentatively, Remus climbed on top of the bed, putting a hand on Sirius’s arm and coaxing him to turn on his side.

Reluctantly, Sirius did, and Remus tried not to wince at the look on his friend’s face; it was tear-stained, the long-ish hair plastered to his forehead, his eyes red. Sirius sniffed. “What do you want?” he asked weakly. Remus assumed that, under any other circumstances, he would have snapped.

“Move over,” he said softly, pulling the tangled sheets from under Sirius, and getting under them when Sirius moved against the wall without objecting. Once they were settled, Sirius slowly moved to curl against Remus’s bony side. Remus didn’t move, but didn’t pull away either.

“I’m sorry I woke you,” Sirius muttered. Remus turned his head slightly to look at him.

“I get them too, you know.” Sirius exhaled slowly, his breath tickling Remus’s neck. “Nightmares. I get them a lot.”

Sirius didn’t say anyting, just reached for Remus’s hand under the blankets and gave it a squeeze. They went to sleep peacefully for the rest of the night (and nights that followed).

Year 3:

Moment #4:

“I mean it, James. We need to confront him about it.”

“Sirius! For the thousandth time, he’ll tell us when he’s ready.”

Sirius scowled. “But what if he’s never ready? You can’t just expect us- he can’t just expect us- to simply sit here while he goes through excruciating pain in that horrible excuse of a shelter! We need to do something!”

James threw his hands up, losing his patience. “And what do you expect us to do, Sirius? Werewolves can’t be near humans. He’d kill us without ever realising it. What do you want us to become, animals?”

Sirius opened his mind to retort, then closed it again, realization hitting him. He smirked.



Moment #5:

Remus fidgeted with the hem of the sleeves of his sweater. “Is everything okay…?” he was starting to get nervous. His hands felt cold and he was sure most of the color had drained from his face right now. His heart was thumping painfully in his chest, and he took a deep breath in, playing off his dread with an awkward smile.

Sirius, James and Peter stood in front of him in their room, and looked at him directly in the eye. James seemed to be pondering, trying to read him. Sirius, on the other hand, seemed to be looking for the right words to start.

“Remus,” Sirius breathed out, then cleared his throat. “Remus weknowyou’reawerewolf.”

Remus knew he hadn’t heard wrong. Sirius had spoken in one single breath, words tumbling against each other, in such an unlike-Sirius manner, that Remus, even though he knew he had heard right, couldn’t help but ask,

“What was that?”

Sirius seemed to compose himself after that. “You’re a werewolf, Remus. We know.” Remus’s whole blood drained from his brain, and all he could do was gape at his friends. Peter kept throwing worried glances at James, and James was still looking at Remus as if he were trying to read into his soul.

“I-,” Remus started. “I don’t-”

Sirius raised his hand to stop him. “It’s no use, Remus. We know. We’re sure. But-” he reaised his hand again when Remus started to deny it, and apologize, and say he would be away from their lives forever at the same time. “But we don’t care. James, Peter and I wanted to say that we don’t care that you’re a werewolf, Remus.”

There was such decision in Sirius’s voice, his tone so definite, Remus’s eyes swelled against his will. The anguish that had been building up inside him had been finally released, and he was so relieved he couldn’t help the tears that started to flood his eyes and spill down his cheeks. Embarrassed, he put his face between his hands and rubbed his cheekbones furiously.

Sirius chuckled. “You didn’t think we would be mad, did you? I mean, I was mad that you hadn’t told us so we could help, but you do realize there’s nothing wrong with you, nothing that could make us push you away, right?”

Remus barely registered what he was saying. He sniffed into his palms, trying to stop the convulsing sobs from shaking his body from head to toe. He felt James sit next to him and put his hand on his shoulder. Then he felt Sirius sit on the other side.

“Remus,” James said, speaking for the first time. “You are our best friend. Even if we’d found out you had killed someone, we would have asked you whether you had hidden the body well enough.”

At this, Remus let out a slightly hysteric laugh.

“I think he’s hysteric,” whispered Peter. Remus agreed very much.

“Remus. Rem,” Sirius said, starting to rub Remus’s back. “Everything’s going to be okay. You don’t have to go through that alone anymore.”

At this, curiosity got the best of him and Remus lifted his head to look at his friend. “Wha-” he cleared his throat. “Wh’ you mean?”

Sirius smiled his trademark smile, and Remus hiccuped.

“We have a plan.”

Year 5:

Moment #6:

“Moony! Moonymoonymoony we did it!” Remus looked up from his book to see his friends barging through the portrait hole, earning the glares of a few students. “It worked, Moony!” Sirius repeated, this time in an eager whisper so as not to attract anymore attention than they already had.

“It did?” Remus asked, closing his book and sitting up slowly. His heart, once again, was hammering wildly inside his chest.

James nodded, a huge smile spread across his face. “The three of us. We did it.”

Remus stared, realization slowly hitting him. When it did, he beamed at the three of them. He looked at each of his friends, his eyes taking in the proud smile on James’s face, the gleeful one on Peter’s, and then resting on Sirius, who looked back at him with a proud, satisfied smile, and a mischevious glint in his eyes.

“Show me,” Remus said.

They ran back through the portrait hole outside.


Moment #7:

Remus and Sirius were lying on Sirius’s bed, staring at the ceiling.

“Sirius?” Remus whispered hoarsely. Sirius felt a shiver run down his spine, that he masked by turning on his side to look at his friend. “Promise me you’ll never stop being my friend, Sirius. Nor James or Peter. I don’t want to be alone.”

Remus sometimes got like this, after a particularly bad dream. It broke Sirius’s heart every single time.

“I promise,” he said without hesitation, and he meant it. He wove his fingers through Remus’s, and rested his head on the werewolve’s shoulder. He exhaled slowly. “I promise you James and Peter and I will never leave you.”

Remus nodded his head, and rested his cheek on the top of Sirius’s head. “Thank you.”


Moment #8:

Sirius hadn’t been sure what had gotten into him when he said what he said to Snape. He didn’t even really remember the moment the words had escaped his lips. If it hadn’t been for James… Sirius didn’t even want to think about that. He just steadily made his way to the hospital wing, his legs burning from running all the way from Herbology.

He opened the doors and barged in, ignoring Madame Pomfrey’s objections.

“Remus,” he said, opening the curtains around his friend’s bed, and stopped dead when he saw the state Remus was in. There were long, deep gashes on his chest and legs, and a huge bruise forming on one of his hipbones. He had black shadows under his eyes. There was also a cut running from one temple to the opposite corner of his mouth, across his nosebridge. “Remus, please-“

But Remus wasn’t looking at him. He was staring ahead, his eyes glazed, his jaw clenched. Sirius took a careful step closer, but stopped when Remus’s shoulders tensed.

“Remus you have to let me explain-“

“Save it, Sirius,” Remus said, still not looking at him. “Just fucking save it.”

“I didn’t mean it, Remus. I- I don’t know what happened-“

“Oh, you didn’t?” Remus turned to look at him, his eyes full of rage in a way Sirius had never seen them. He took a step back. “You didn’t mean it, Sirius?”

“Moony, please-“

“Don’t call me that,” Remus snapped, and Sirius felt it like a blow to his stomach. He visibly blanched. “Just,” Remus said, and suddenly he looked very tired. “Just get out, Sirius. I don’t- I don’t really feel like looking at you right now.”

Sirius gulped, trying to catch his breath. His lungs seemed to be refusing to work. Just as he was about to reply, Madame Pomfrey opened the curtains all the way.

“Mr. Black, I’m going to have to ask you to leave,” she looked sternly at Sirius. “Mr. Lupin is very delicate at the moment and he needs to rest. Upsetting him will not do.”

Sirius looked at Remus pleadingly, but the werewolf pointedly looked away. Sirius felt another stab at his chest, and hung his head defeated.

“Of course, ma’am.”

And without another word, he left the hospital.


Moment #9:

Sirius’s eyes were tinged with red, had lately always been so. Red-rimmed and red-tinged and puffy most (if not all) of the time. At first, Remus had been secretly, not-so-guiltily pleased. He was slightly scared of this feeling, but way too angry at Sirus to really analyze it. Sirius had tried to apologize a couple of times more, but Remus refused to talk to him. The level of betrayal and indignation he felt was way too big for even himself.

He knew he wasn’t being entirely fair– 90% of him was sure Sirius had not been thinking when he said what he said to Snape. He knew Sirius’s nature; he talked without thinking, exploded way too easily, couldn’t help himself sometimes. He really shouldn’t be holding it against him.

Yet that 10%… that 10% kept nagging at him, telling him not to trust his best friend, to question it. It had been really hard to ignore that 10%, hence Remus avoiding Sirius at all costs.

But it had been two months already, and the voice had subsided, becoming just an annoying, mostly ignorable buzz in the back of his head.

“Sirius,” Remus said rigidly. He’d forgiven Sirius, sure, but he wasn’t about to let Sirius see that yet. “Let’s talk.”

Sirius had looked up from his Transfigurations homework when Remus had first said his name, and Remus had to fight the urge to throw his arms around his friend’s neck and hold him forever and tell him everything would be alright. He looked tired, he had eyes under his bags, and his eyes were eternally red. Remus’s heart clenched painfully in his chest as he realized he was responsible.

“S-“ Sirius cleared his throat. “Sure.”

Year 6:

Moment #10:

“You’re mental.”

“Am not.”

“Are too.”

Sirius huffed. His head was resting on Remus’s chest, and Remus’s fingers were running through his hair softly. Sirius sighed pleasantly.

“Wanna know a secret, Moony?”

Remus hummed. His eyelids felt heavy, and the steady weight of Sirius’s head was making his brain start to shut down into bottomless, peaceful sleep.

“I got so scared.” Sirius whispered. Remus’s fingers stopped for a second, then kept going. Sirius took a deep breath. “That time. I know you don’t like to talk about it but… I was so scared I’d lost you forever.”

Remus was silent, didn’t know how to reply. He felt his heart pick up in his rib cage and was sure Sirius felt it too.

Sirius’s voice was barely audible when he spoke again. “I thought you would n-“ his voice breaks. Remus’s fingers clenched on Sirius’s scalp. “Never talk to me again.”

Remus took his hand off Sirius’s head and Sirius lifted his head slightly to look at him. The thin ray of moonlight made his hair and eyelashes look silver. There were tears in his eyes.

“I wouldn’t, Sirius,” Remus said softly but firmly. He put his hand against Sirius’s cheek and rubbed it ever-so-softly with his thumb. “I would never.”

Sirius closed his eyes and leaned into the touch, two thin lines of water spilling from his eyes. It was still such a rare sight to see Sirius so vulnerable like this. It made Remus’s insides twist in a painful, nearly agonizing knot.

Sirius bit back a sob, and Remus just couldn’t take it anymore. He pulled Sirius closer to him, and Sirius buried his face in the crook of his neck, letting himself cry. Remus held him, pulled him onto his lap, and cradled him. “I missed you s-so much, Rem-mus. I’m sorr-ry.”

Remus held him, kissed the top of his head repeatedly, whispered soothing words in his ear. “Sirius. It’s okay, Sirius. It’s okay. I’ve forgiven you, you know that. It’s all okay.” And there were tears flooding his eyes as well, and they were both a sobbing mess but yeah, it was all okay.


Moment #11:

“Sirius, what the hell are you doing?”

Sirius turned to face Remus, a mischevious smile tugging at his lips. Then the music started to play.

“Dance with me, Moony.”

Remus froze, his eyes widened in terror. It was one of the funniest things to see Remus like this, Sirius thought. All taken by surprise.

“No way.”

“Yes way.” Sirius started to walk towards him, moving his hips in a way Remus thought should be absolutely illegal. He tugged at Remus’s hand, pulling him to himself.

“Sirius-“ Remus began, throwing his head back.

I want you to want me,” Sirius sang, and Remus’s heart fell a little bit south. He swallowed. “I need you to need me.

And they were dancing. There was something compelling about the way Sirius moved, with his hair falling on his face and his hips swaying and his chest heaving. Remus couldn’t help but move along.

When the song was over, Sirius and Remus were flushed together, Remus’s back against one of the posters of his bed. Sirius leaned in, slightly out of breath, and whispered in Remus’s ear, panting, “I’d love you to love me.”

Remus let out a puff of breath that stirred Sirius’s hair. Sirius pulled back to look at him, and his eyes fell on his lips, and before Remus could do or say or think anything, Sirius was kissing him, kissing him hard and wet and perfect. Remus made a noise in the back of his throat and kissed back, coaxing Sirius’s mouth open with his tongue, tasting cigarettes and toothpaste and Sirius. And he loved him.

((I’m gonna leave it at that because we know that afterwards everything becomes angsty and I am fUCKING TIRED of writing angst. So here, have this little thing I wrote in the course of this week.))

Discovering Remus is a Werewolf
  • Sirius was actually the first one to work out that Remus was a werewolf in their second year, and he didn’t tell anyone at first. He just started to quietly make the days leading up to the full moon easier for Remus without talking about it to anyone.
  • He was quieter, because Remus was prone to sensory overloads. He would ground Remus subtly when Remus seemed distant and dissociated by patting Remus’s back and engaging him in harmless conversations. Sirius wouldn’t fuss when Remus turned in early in the evenings, and would often deflect James and Peter’s protests that he stay up with them.
  • Remus assumed it was just a happy coincidence, because he was convinced everyone would abandon him if they knew.
  • Then, one day in the Boys’ Dorm, James and Peter were debating whether or not the four of them could kill a werewolf if they ran across one in the Forbidden Forest. “Sure, they’re great vicious beasts, but we’re very clever, Pete. And Rem knows all about crazy dangerous dark creatures because of his dad, right, Remus?” But at that point Remus stood up to rush out of the room.
  • Sirius felt torn for a moment, because he wasn’t sure if he should tell the rest of his friends, but Remus couldn’t go seven years with conversations like this popping up randomly. “How thick can you two be?”
  • “What? You think we couldn’t take down a werewolf?”
  • “No, shut up, James. Didn’t you see Rem’s face?”
  • “No? What about it?”
  • Meanwhile, Remus was on the other side of the door, paralyzed with fear. His heart jumping out his chest, and his eyes welling with tears. He wanted to run far away, but the dark part of his brain needed to know what was being said.
  • Sirius sighed and glared at James and Peter. “I can’t believe you haven’t noticed Remus has weird emergencies once every month without fail.”
  • “His mum’s sick,” Peter chimed in, but his mind worked quickly and he started drawing conclusions.
  • “Always on the full moon, isn’t it?” There was a heavy silence, and then–
  • James started laughing uncontrollably, and Sirius scowled. “Sorry, mate, it’s just… That’s ridiculous. There’s no way Rem’s a werewolf.”
  • “Are you sure? Do you ever notice how he’s always really chatty when we’re talking about boggarts and banshees and things but goes quiet when we talk about werewolves? He says he doesn’t know much about them, but that’s crazy. His dad taught him about all sorts of creatures. Why would he skip over werewolves? And Rem always says that his mom is sick, but he’s the one who looks like he’s gonna croak any minute. Besides, he’s always tired and skipping classes right before he gets the message to go visit his sick mum before he supposedly knows anything about it. Don’t you think that’s weird? And he never gets in trouble for it, of course, because the professors are in on it.”
  • “You’re mental. He’s still a kid!”
  • Sirius, annoyed, snapped, “I forgot kids were immune to werewolf bites.”
  • James stopped laughing and his tone became a touch more sober. “Well, no, but those kids, they… Nearly all of them are cracked and none of them get to go to school. Besides, werewolves kinda keep to their own kind, y’know? No one in their right mind wants to sleep in the same room as a werewolf ‘cept other werewolves.”
  • “But that’s stupid! They’re only dangerous on the full moon, and even if the young ones are unhinged, Rem’s not!”
  • “Didn’t you ever hear about the Twice A Month Werewolf?”
  • “What’s the Twice A Month Werewolf?” Peter asked nervously.
  • James jumped on the chance to explain, “It’s a story about the guy who transformed on the day before the full moon because it was so close to being full that the dark magic was tricked and he started to transform without knowing it was going to happen. So he’s out in public and he goes on this massive rampage and massacres this whole street of people.”
  • “It’s a stupid kid’s story, Pete. I used to tell Reg about it when he was younger to scare him.”
  • “Yeah, but it still makes you think twice about hanging out with a werewolf, right?” At this point, Remus couldn’t take it anymore. He found the feeling in his feet and started to run…anywhere else. “Besides, even when there isn’t a full moon werewolves can be dangerous. Most of them are hot headed and are more likely to hex you for no reason. That’s why they can’t hold down jobs.”
  • “Well, I don’t care if it’s mad. I know he’s a werewolf, and I’m not going to sit around here and wait for you to catch on.” Sirius stood up and stormed toward the door.
  • “Where are you going?” Peter asked.
  • “I’m going to find Remus, because he looked like he was going to throw up and because you berks spent fifteen minutes talking about how to kill a werewolf.” Sirius put his hand on the doorknob, but paused and turned around to look seriously at James and Peter. “You know, I didn’t know when we were going to talk about this, but I didn’t think it was gonna go like this. I think you’re just ignoring the obvious because you’re scared of what it means, but Remus is still Remus. He’s brilliant and I don’t care if he hexes me for no reason every day. He’s always there when we need him. Always. So I’m gonna do whatever I can do to help him, and if you want to stay out of it, fine, but do me a favor and stop acting like it’s not worth your time.”
  • Sirius turned and banged his way out the door and stomped down the stairs. James and Peter looked at each other sheepishly.
  • Peter gave a weak smile. “Since when did Sirius become so sensitive?”
  • “Shut up, Pete,” James muttered without venom. He pulled his knees to his chest and stared out the window, thinking hard.

I might come and write part two where Sirius and Remus have a conversation about it, but this was a total accident. I did not mean to write all this. This is what happens when I start talking about headcanons, y’all. I might also make a comic for the Twice A Month Werewolf? I dunno if that’s anything anyone would ever be interested in. Anyway, oops.

why would i wanna be anywhere else

marauders social media AU | 2k words | ao3 | they work in a grocery store bc i’ve been there and it SUCKs

james potter to chat hey there demons its ya bois: LADS. RED A-FUCKING-LERT

sirius black: last time you called red alert it was bc pete ate all ur ceral

james potter: and it was a fuckin TRAVESTY

peter pettigrew: ur name wasn’t on the box!!!!!!!! it’s a crowded break room!!!

remus lupin: are you going to tell us what the alert is or not

james potter: I’M IN LOVE

sirius black removed james potter from the chat

sirius black: not again.

peter pettigrew: I really didn’t know it was his cereal

remus lupin: christ.


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apparently it’s fanfic writers appreciation day?? so here’s a (in no way exhaustive or ordered list of) my favourite jily/mwpp writers !!

@alrightginger @alrightevans @apalapucian @steeveharrington @gxldentrio @prongsno @pocketpadfoot @fuckjamespotter @jiilys @jilyss @snapslikethis @fetchalgernon @petalstofish @october31st1981 @ravnclaws @elanev91 @oyprongs @marionetteblues @gliisseo @hammerhertls @hiddenpolkadots

and some of my favourite (more recent) jily reads !! bold = fics i reread

talk me down by @gxldentrio (canon)

provisionally yours and pep(per) up, peppermint by @snapslikethis (au + canon)

elevator love song and eight days by @bcdaily (au)

so let the love tear us apart by @steeveharrington (the slutty au)

popped balloons by @thejilyship (au)

shades by @alrightginger (au)

shelf awareness by @ghost-of-bambi (au)

question time by @fetchalgernon (au)

what it takes to make a pro blush by @raissassampaio (au)

bookmarked by @sunaprincess7 (au)

wait out the plastic weather by @stvrwar (au)

literally everything every written by @jiilys @october31st1981 @apalapucian @fetchalgernon @snapslikethis @gliisseo @steeveharrington

all of you have created amazing worlds, versions, characterisations, canons, dialogue, laughs, tears and i’m so grateful to be able to read your work and even know some of you !! thank you for writing and creating and i hope you continue to do so <33

please add your favourite recs and writers to this and spread the love for fanfic writers day !
The Lullaby of Nifflish Erumpents
By Organization for Transformative Works

#junejoyfest - Day 16

Author: sheafrotherdon
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 2,835

Summary: Sirius Black is a Boy With Ideas. Remus Lupin is the target of his cunning plan. James merely loses his underpants.

Comments: If you want wonderful fluff, you can never go wrong with one of sheafrotherdon’s fics. In this one, Sirius gets an Idea to make a trampoline, resulting in lots of laughter and happiness. A short, sweet, adorable fic.

Favorite Fics List

Here is my list of the best fics I have ever read regardless of fandom and in no particular order

Twist and Shout by gabriel, standbyme - Supernatural, Destiel - I’M LEADING WITH THIS BECAUSE IT’S GETTING TURNED INTO A BOOK AND THEREFORE WON’T BE AVAILABLE ONLINE ANYMORE SO READ IT WHILE YOU CAN Summary: What begins as a transforming love between Dean Winchester and Castiel Novak in the summer of 1965 quickly derails into something far more tumultuous when Dean is drafted in the Vietnam War. Though the two both voice their relationship is one where saying goodbye is never a real truth, their story becomes fraught with the tragedy of circumstance. In an era where homosexuality was especially vulnerable, Twist and Shout is the story of the love transcending time, returning over and over in its many forms, as faithful as the sea. If you were part of the SPN fandom and you didn’t read this fic were you ever even a part of it? (COMPLETED)

A Thousand Beautiful Things by superpotterlock (fvalconbridge) - Supernatural, Destiel - Summary: Accidents happen everyday, like someone accidentally hitting you in the face with a ball and then you mutually getting off with them in the school showers. Now Dean’s not saying he’s gay, but the thing he has going with Castiel isn’t exactly straight either and he isn’t even sure if it matters any more. Basically Cas is a rebellious teenager instead of a goody-goody like in most stories (UNFINISHED but worth it imo)

A Hole in the World by AnnelieseMichel - Supernatural, Destiel, A/B/O - Summary: Dean Winchester never wanted to go home again. Going back to Lawrence meant people who knew what he was, who didn’t buy into the lie. But with a tragic accident, he’s back and dealing with the death of his father, the social stigma and objectification of being an out Omega, and the lingering aftermath of a long-ago crime. (COMPLETED)

Fingers Tap Into What We Once Were by 2ofacrime24 - Supernatural, Destiel - Honestly, I read this fic so long ago that I don’t really remember what happens, but it left such a lasting impression on me that when I saw the title again I had a physical, not just emotional, reaction to it. So it makes the list. Summary: Human!AU. Castiel never expected to see Dean again, the man from one marvelous one-night stand. However when Dean walks back into Castiel’s life on the arm of his twin sister, Anna, a year later, Castiel’s world is turned upside down as he realizes just how much Dean affects him. (COMPLETED)

Out of the Deep by riseofthefallenone - Supernatural, Destiel - THE MERMAID AU TO END ALL MERMAID AUS! Honestly though, I consider this is seminal piece of Mermaid AUs. Summary: Stay away from the light-beds. Stay in the deep.It is the first thing hatchlings are taught the moment their fans unfurl and they can swim without their parents to buoy them along. It is the first rule, the first law. It is the beginning of every boogey-monster bedtime story told when they settle against the cliffs to sleep. Castiel should have listened better. This was also the first fic I experienced that had its own culture and fandom surrounding it. (COMPLETED)

Shootin’ You Straight by rockstarpeach - Supernatural, Destiel - I started reading the first chapter of this fic to remind me what it was about and then I just read the whole thing because it’s that good. Summary: AU. Dean Winchester is in a band and Castiel is a fan. Not of the music, of Dean. An opportunity presents itself one night after a concert and Castiel can’t pass up the chance of a lifetime. Neither of them is happy to leave things at just one night, though, so they start up a romance troubled by long distances and Dean’s rock star lifestyle. It’s not perfect, far from it, but this is their story. (COMPLETED)

Vita Nuova by worldaccordingtofangirls - Supernatural, Destiel - Summary: AU. Dean Winchester takes a job as a teaching assistant to get his little brother into a prestigious academy. He doesn’t quite expect such long nights and snobby kids, but the real surprise is professor Castiel Novak: or falling in love with him, that is. Excuse me while I go re-read this whole fic because I forgot it existed and really need to back in my life. (COMPLETED)

Blue Lips, Blue Veins by romanoff - Avengers, Stony - This is a LONG FIC (145 chapters) but WORTH IT Summary: Tony Stark is Iron Man.Before that, he was an man with bigger heart than brain. Before that, he was an asshole with a bigger mouth than sense. And before that, he was was a scared little boy. Not that it matters. Stark’s always have had iron in their backbone. Basically, it’s Tony’s life story. (COMPLETED)

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How to Save a Life

“What do you reckon happens when we die?”

Joe frowned and took a deep breath, thinking hard for a moment. “I’m not sure. Perhaps there is an after life?” Remus pictured Lily, James and Peter watching from a fluffy white cloud. He chuckled softly before stopping abruptly. He doesn’t want them to see him like this, unable to function, barely a person. It made his heart ache. “What do you want to happen, Remus?”

Remus looked up at the clock on the wall for several long moments, running through every possibility. He bit his lip, accidentally breaking the dry skin with his teeth. “I hope to die and stay dead.”

Or: How Remus learnt to cope when everyone left.

Watch Us Rise


It’s here! My new canon jily multi-chap which I promise I am going to stick with. I already have five chapters written so hopefully updates will also be regular for a while. This has been a long time coming and is my interpretation of events in the Marauders and Lily’s lives from sixth year onwards.

I have to thank Cara @dearprongs Ana @htcake Jayne @apalapucian and Bonnie @steeveharrington for all their help on this fic. It wouldn’t be what it is without them <3 A special big thanks to Ana because she has been the most helpful and thorough beta, helping with all the technical language stuff as well as everything else.

But yeah… I think that’s everything. Let my know what you think!

- R x

canon: sixth year | word count: 4.6k | ao3: read here 

Cokeworth, August 1976

Even the breeze is warm and Lily feels it everywhere, lifting her dress up, tugging at her hair, turning the pages of Witch Weekly. She can feel the sun burning through her eyelids but she doesn’t want to move, not yet. Up here, on the only hill in Cokeworth, it’s just her. She can finally breathe. Up here, she’s the only person in the world and she can pretend that all she has to worry about is staying cool. The feeling of relief won’t last. She knows it won’t, but it’s nice to have it, just for a second.

At the end of fifth year all she wanted was for summer to come and now, all she wants is September 1st to hurry up. She needs to get out of Cokeworth. Away from Petunia who has dragged out moving to London for weeks. Away from all the places she and Sev used to call theirs, where they would sit and chat for hours about Hogwarts and magic and make plans with stars in their eyes about how they would travel around Europe together, just like all the other witches and wizards before them. Away from the illness that takes a little bit more of her mum every day, hurting her dad too. It hurts to see him losing her when she can’t do anything about it. Cokeworth used to be home. When she was a child, Lily thought that it was the best place in the world, the only place that mattered. Now it hurts to be here.

“Lily?” She snaps upright, and for a second wishes she’d never left her room this morning. Her house is the one place Sev hasn’t approached all summer. Everywhere else has been fair game to him. The park where they first met. The grocers where he’d follow her around the aisles as she picked up food for her mum. The graveyard where he’d wait for her on Sundays to come out from the service. He’s been everywhere. Like a disease. A disease which stabs her every time she looks at its cause.

“No.” Lily stands before he can step any closer, scooping up her magazine and shoes, holding them to her chest like a shield. Her wand is tucked into the waistband of her underwear and she regrets that choice too.

Sev stands frozen a few feet away, robes as black as the coal that Lily’s father mines. “I just want –“

“I don’t care. I’ve told you a thousand times already, Severus. I don’t care.” She’s not sure who it hurts more.

“Can’t you just listen?” Desperation drips over his words. The lump in her throat tightens. But she can’t.

“I don’t want to listen.” The breeze blows his robes up and she sees the new hem of his trousers, stitched shoddily, without care. It’s so familiar, so him that it almost makes her want to listen. Almost. “We aren’t friends anymore. I never should have been friends with you in the first place.”

“You don’t know what’s –“

“And do you know what’s happening? To people like me? To people you call mudbloods, to people you think are dirty, lesser than you?” She spits every syllable, wishing that almost-feeling hadn’t happened, wishing it was easy to hate him. It was, in a way, but he knew so much of her and she knew so much of him. “Your friends are killing them Sev, and killing muggles too, for sport. Maybe it’ll be my parents in The Daily Prophet tomorrow.”

“I wouldn’t let –“

Lily laughs bitterly now, at him, the idea of him having any sway so ridiculous that even he doesn’t believe himself. “It’s over Sev. We aren’t friends.” She turns quickly, not wanting him to get another word in and runs down the hill, the ground hard and hot under her feet. Every step makes her sweat, every step gets her further away from him. She doesn’t look behind her to see if he’s following, just runs until she hits the pavement and then stops, feet burning on the tarmac. She drops her shoes and steps into them, trying to catch her breath.

Her back is wet with sweat, her dress sticking to her like it has been all summer. Every movement is hot and sticky.

The sun taunts her as she walks home and now she lets herself cry, licking the tears away when they reach her lips. Summer is too much, Sev is too much, home is too much.

11 days Evans, then you’re out, she tells herself. 11 days and then you’re out.

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By Organization for Transformative Works

#junejoyfest - Day 25

Author: SableUnstable
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 10,407

Summary: Remus has a superpower. Sirius is sure of it. It’s one that the quiet, unassuming werewolf isn’t even aware of possessing, and it’s one that drives Sirius completely up the wall

….or three times Sirius Black was an utter twat and the one time he wasn’t.

Comments: Sirius is so oblivious; he manages to miss the meaning behind the searing jealousy he has anytime someone tries to flirt with Remus. There’s confusion and pining and a very exasperated James. But everything comes together eventually, in a perfect ending scene.

let your heart be light


Prompt #5: marauder christmas prank(s)

Rating: G | Word Count: 1,183 | AO3: read here | AU (muggle + social media)

For @jiilys who is made of roses and love and is the moon to my sun.

Prongs to stop calling remus a scrooge just because he doesnt like elf: where is everyone?

Padfoot (owes remus £3): who are you

Wormy: new number who dis

Moony: The person you are trying to call is currently unavailable. Please leave your message after the tone.

Prongs: fuck all of u

Prongs: I’m gonna tell mum not to invite any of u to xmas dinner

Padfoot removed Prongs from the chat.


To: All Sixth Form

From: M. McGonagall

Subject: Last Day

Dear Students,

Ahead of the last day I would just like to remind you all that the timetable will be as normal and lessons will not be ‘parties’. Please refrain from asking teachers to watch Christmas movies and do not bring in any confectionary.

You have mocks when you come back from the holidays and this last week is just as important as any other.

Students are also reminded that any detentions given out this week will be completed in the new term and that, as the top of the school, you should be setting an example to the younger years.

Happy holidays,

Professor McGonagall


die hard IS a christmas film sent a screenshot to remember to tell Euphemia that pete is veggie now.

die hard IS a christmas film: @ us next time Minnie

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I’ve been obsessed with this stupid fact ever since it came out, and since I’m currently overdosing on Potter, here’s a short excerpt from a much longer fic I’m working on (i will never admit that the google docs title is “weird sad sirius black is hot mess fic,” nope, no way):

They are ten days into the first go, which is approximately thirteen days into the start of fifth year, when James, in attempting to answer a question in Charms, chokes inexplicably on his own tongue, and coughs the Mandrake leaf out onto his desk in the process of trying not to die.

“NO,” Peter howls, “LEAF! NO.” And in the ensuing commotion when he spits his leaf out onto the floor in frustration, no one seems to notice Sirius grabbing his own hair and hissing through his own leaf: “You utter pissant we were on a bloody schedule!

Remus looks, understandably, very confused, and then subsequently incredibly hacked off when he receives detention along with the rest of them.

“It’s an experiment, mate,” whispers James, lamely, across Sirius’s desk.

“In what?” hisses Remus, on the other side of Sirius, head bent fastidiously to his lines. “Choking on plants?

“Saliva retention,” mutters Sirius, at the same time that Peter whispers: “Herbology project.”

“Mr Lupin!” says Flitwick, from the front of the classroom. “I’d thank you to move your hand, and not your lips, please.”

By Sirius’s shoulder, Remus makes a sound like an angry dying animal, and grips his quill so hard it snaps in two.

Three weeks later, in the dormitories, Sirius is pacing. He is saying things like get your arses in line! and are you men, or mice!? and this isn’t your grandmother’s game, gents! James and Peter are lined up on James’s bed and are looking at him like he’s grown a third arm out of his chest. He feels possessed.

“ - and I swear to god, Potter, if you spit this stupid leaf out again — three times now! Three times are you made of glass — I swear to god if you do it again I’m stringing you up by your big toes and letting the Slytherins have at you with bludger bats!”

James has the audacity to grin. “Steady on.”

You steady on,” Sirius snaps, rounding on him. “Meanwhile, our mate’s got to spend yet another night tearing himself to meat ribbons because your tongue tastes bad, I’ll thank you. We were supposed to have done it by now!”

Peter looks properly chastised; James just looks uncomfortable with a leaf in his mouth. “He’s going to find out,” Peter says. “We’re really, really pants at this. Maybe we should just tell him?”

We’ve agreed!” Sirius hisses, grabbing Peter by the shoulders and shaking him, once. “The pact. Surprise or nothing. Pettigrew, this is going to be the single greatest thing you will ever do in your life. I’m not telling him over pudding like it’s the weather report, you dumb fuck.”

“Yeah, but then what if I end up as a walrus, or summat?” cringes Peter.

Sirius shakes him again. You won’t be a walrus!

“Who’s a walrus?” comes Remus’s tired voice, from the doorway.

“Not me!” jumps Peter.

“John Lennon!” Sirius whirls around, wild-eyed.

What?” Remus is staring at them with an expression that Sirius will later recall as somewhere between exhaustion, heartbreak, and murderous rage.

“Goo goo g’joob,” hums James helpfully around his leaf, and Remus — growling something that sounds like a loose combination of wankers and bloody mental— throws his Potions textbook at them before slumping heavily into his bed, snapping the curtains closed, and refusing to speak for the rest of the night.

Just Call Me

James and Lily muggle AU after a big fight, based on the song Just Call by Prince Fox feat. Bella Thorne

Lily’s phone sat stubbornly silent on Marlene’s countertop. It hadn’t buzzed since she got there except with notifications she had no interest in. She was waiting for only one thing and anything else was just a distraction.

She had been at Marlene and Dorcas’ for most of the night, not being able to stand being at home sulking anymore and much preferring to be with someone else so she could sulk in company. Mary had come over as well, seeing the night as a perfect opportunity for wine and girl talk.

The problem was that not even the wine and as many old rom coms as they could find was helping. Lily was still miserable and still angry, not as much as she had been but it was still there and it made her bad mood prominent among everything she did.

This was all James’ fault. If he hadn’t started that stupid fight in the first place she would still be at home and watching bad movies with him instead of here where everyone was happy and treating her as though she went through a breakup.

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me, you and the open road

Part 1/10: Waiting for a Sign

It’s exam season and you know what that means - I’m writing fic instead of revising. At least my procrastination benefits you guys. Before we start I’d like to just note a few things 1) this has not been edited 2) I’ve never been on a road trip in America 3) I have only a minimal knowledge of cars. I hope you don’t hold this against me or my writing.  

I’m currently making a playlist to accompany this and hopefully that’ll be ready before part two. 

Disclaimer: I might come back and edit this if I decide it’s trash <3

au: modern + muggle | word count: 2,175 | ao3: read here

This is not the plan.

This is the opposite of the plan.

Never has there been room for a boy in her plan. Especially a stranger.

But Lily still knocks the indicator. Eases her foot off the accelerator and finds herself pulling up behind the aforementioned boy. The aforementioned boy who is also a stranger.

She tries to justify it as she parks a few feet down from his car and turns the key so the engine falls quiet. He clearly needs help. You’re just being friendly. That’s it. It doesn’t drown out her mum’s voice in the back of her head though: how do you know that he’s friendly? Would I want you to do this? Approach a random man in America? I don’t think so. Think this through, petal. But he’s seen her now. She can’t go back.

Lily watches through her windscreen as he stops kicking his car’s tyre and straightens up, running a hand through his hair. He looks at her. Raises an awkward hand.

Get out the car. She leaves the keys in the ignition, just in case she needs to make a quick escape. Then she takes a deep breath, swings her door open and jumps out. The boy still has his hand in the air, lifted to his shoulder, as if he doesn’t quite know what’s going on. That makes two of them.

“Hey, um, do you need help?” Of course he needs help. That’s why you pulled over, idiot. She resists the urge to turn tail and run.

His hand falls down to his side. “Yeah, I think my engine –“ he stops and runs a hand through his hair again. “To be honest, I have no idea what happened.” He smiles helplessly and Lily notices that this boy (who is actually really a man, just like she is now technically a woman) is cute. Maybe that’s how he lures his victims in, her mum suggests. His smile is cute, lopsided and easy. Like he has a million reasons in the world to smile, and not like he’s broken down on the side of the road. Or like he’s about to kill her.

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By Organization for Transformative Works

#fallficaday - Day 10

Author: veeagainst
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 6,830

Summary: When a craze for pulpy romance novels about Dark Creatures starts in Gryffindor, Sirius reads one about a werewolf – and decides to write a better one.

Comments: So cute, Sirius is the cutest, this whole thing is very sweet. Sirius is adorably earnest, and his attempt to write his own erotic novel and Remus’ comments are definitely my favorite part. The way it shows the ridiculousness in Harlequin-style romance novels is hilarious, but it also points out the frequent fetishization of groups deemed as “Other” in literature. Intertextuality, romance, and fluff is a surprisingly winning combo.

rachiwall3  asked:

I really really want a good marauders first year fanfic (and 2nd and 3rd etc...) But I can't find any. Maybe I'm just not looking in the right places. I want the years in order and I'm not good at finding them apparently please please help?

Here’s a jily fic that kind of encompasses all seven years.

I have not read any of the following, so I cannot vouch for them, but hopefully you find something you’re looking for.

Any one have any recommendations to add to the list?

The Birth of Resistance

For February’s @jilychallenge!! So this was supposed to be all grim and gritty, dystopian alt timeline sort of AU but the Maurauder interaction ran away from me so it became more comedy and witty banter in the end… OTL  Oh well…

JILY CHALLENGE | @chierafied vs @childoftimeandmagic
         Theme: Fantasy, Prompt: Robin Hood AU

Remus Lupin pulled off the Invisibility Cloak and turned to his friends, his face grim and pale in the bright torchlight.

“It’s worse than we thought,” he said, tossing a copy of the Daily Prophet onto the plush red sofa where James was sitting.

Sirius Black snorted from the arm chair in the corner, and took a generous gulp from the bottle of Firewhisky he was nursing.

He’d been doing that a lot, since Peter had betrayed them and handed Dumbledore over to Voldemort. Lily let him be; at least she had managed to talk him out of going after Peter – even if she’d had to slap him and scream he’d be no use to anyone dead or locked up in Azkaban.

James picked up the newspaper. His face contorted with anger as he read the headline.

“Muggleborn registry?” he spat.

Lily shrugged, but didn’t look up from the cauldron perched before her. “We knew it was coming,” she said, calm and matter-of-fact.

“Still, I didn’t expect him to move so quickly,” Remus said. He wiped the map clean and set it on the side table by the door.

“I guess patience isn’t one of Lord Moldyface’s virtues,” Sirius commented.

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Watch Us Rise


As promised, here it is - chapter two of Watch Us Rise. Thank you again to @steeveharrington and @htcake for making this so much better than it was when I first wrote it <3 In this chapter we have Lily’s friend, Hogwarts, and….. Lily and James’ first interaction. Let me know what you think in the tags or replies or my inbox!

- R x

P.S. I am aware that the sorting hat’s song isn’t good but I tried and I think that’s what counts so, please don’t @ me about it.

canon: sixth year | word count: 7.1k | ao3: read here

Kings Cross is crowded, as it is every year, and as they push her trolley through the crush of people Lily tries to spot the commuters from her fellow students. They’re given away by the owls in cages and parents wearing a mismatch of suits and pyjamas and skirts. Around the barrier to Platform 9 and ¾ it’s even more obvious. She holds back a laugh as she notices a guard arguing with someone holding a rat.

“Lily,” she turns around at her mum’s voice, “did you say you were meeting Mary somewhere?”

Oh shit, “Yeah, by the sandwich kiosk,” Lily says, realising that she’d completely forgotten. They reposition themselves by the kiosk and enjoy the show whilst they wait.

The older students or the people who have had children at Hogwarts before easily melt through the barrier and disappear, but the first years and the muggleborns stick out as they stumble through the barrier, some not even checking to see if any muggles are looking. Lily remembers her first time, holding her dad’s hand as all four of them charged at the barrier and then burst through into a realm of smoke. McGonagall had told them what to expect when she visited with Lily’s acceptance letter. Hearing about it had been nothing like the real thing.

“Lily!” Mary appears suddenly in the crowd in front of them and Lily opens her arms ready for a hug. “It’s been so long!” Says Mary as she crashes into her, grinning.

“I saw you two months ago, MacDonald,” Lily laughs, squeezing her friend tightly because, whatever she says, two months is a long time.

“Whatever. Your hair’s grown,” Mary replies as she untangles herself and holds Lily at arm’s length. Lily is reminded of her late aunt who used to do the same thing to her and Petunia whenever she visited. Mary seems happy with her assessment though because her bright grin stays in place.

“That’s what hair does,” Lily flicks at Mary’s short brown bob. “You’ve had yours cut again.”

“Are you parents here, Mary?” Interrupts Lily’s dad, stepping forwards for his own hug.

Mary obliges with a smile, and hugs Lily’s mum too. “They’re just com – look, there they are.” She points and Lily sees Clare and Archibald MacDonald approaching, pushing the trolley Mary had clearly abandoned the minute she spotted Lily. The adults say hello to each other, exchanging hugs and agreeing that it feels like yesterday when they were sending the girls off for their first years.

“Are we meeting the others?” Mary asks, pulling Lily to the side.

“Maya wrote last week, said her parents weren’t staying because of work or something so she’ll save us a carriage. I don’t know about the others, Marlene’s nearly always late.” Lily says with a shrug, pushing herself up on tiptoes to scan the crowd to make sure none of their friends have slipped through without them noticing.

“Tegan’s probably on the platform, we should go through,” Mary nods towards the barrier eagerly, “I want to see everyone.”

Archibald notices his daughter easing the trolley away and laughs before asking, “Eager to get on the train girls?”

“Eager to get away from us more likely,” Claire says with a shake of her head. Lily can see the fond way she looks at Mary though and, flashing a look to her mum, sees the same expression there.

“Come on, we’ll go through first if that’s alright Lils?” Asks her dad, taking her mum’s hand. Her mum looks a bit apprehensive now at the mention of the barrier, never having quite gotten used to the idea of stone that isn’t really stone.

“We’ll be right behind you,” Lily says in reassurance, smiling and taking the trolley. They watch as her parents casually stroll up to the barrier, let a lone student run through with his trunk, then melt through too.

“Us next!” Mary declares, nudging her trolley into Lily’s. Her owl, Smokey, takes this as offense and joins in the chorus of owls already screeching. Lily grins, tightens her grip on the trolley’s handles and pushes, sprinting alongside Mary. They don’t need to sprint, but it’s fun. She shuts her eyes as the stone approaches, resisting the natural urge to swerve or slow down. When she opens them again, they’re on the platform and surrounded by a thick veil of smoke and noise; Kings Cross is loud but it has nothing on Platform 9 and ¾. Lily can feel the frantic energy as parents yell goodbye and students make a last minute check to make sure they haven’t forgotten anything and owls taunt the cats who can’t reach them in their cages.  

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