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I haven't abandoned this story. I just put it on the back burner for now. The story is just on a small vacation. It is currently out of office. It can't come to the phone right now. It just fell under my bed to sleep with the monsters. It never left my head. It is everywhere - except on paper.

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Keep a weather eye on the horizon ✨ My eyes couldn't believe it, after months sailing I finally found him and if that means I have to sail to the end of the world I would do it till the last day of my life.

I have been staring at this drawing for too many hours that I don't know what to think anymore but here it is - the pirate king 👑

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a crazy little thing called love

E, wolfstar

“See, I was right. You two are perfect for each other. Both lovesick puppies already.”

“I’m not—” Remus sighed and sat down on the edge of the bed. He rubbed his temple and rolled his eyes. “We’ve been talking for like…four hours. I’m not lovesick-anything.”

Just plain old sick sick, Remus thought unhelpfully.

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or, a story of how remus lupin falls in love again

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Summertime with the marauders and Lily 😎☀️

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Sad boy...

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Supercut of Us | E, 17/17

The last chapter, I can't believe it's already over 😭

Chapter 17: Diners, Drive-Ins and Drag

Remus sat back and let himself watch, his plate half-forgotten, a kind of warmth creeping into the cracks of his chest that he’d spent years pretending weren’t there.

He remembered Hogsmeade- tiny, gray, too quiet except for Lily’s laughter echoing in every hallway, the two of them pressed together by necessity and hope and sheer stubborn will. Back then, it felt like the world was something you survived, not something that could ever be for you.

He remembered packing up his and Lily’s bedrooms for the first time, hands shaking as they crammed everything they owned into suitcases, whispering wild promises to each other that Godric’s Hollow would be different. That here, they could start over. He’d tried not to believe it, just in case hope turned out to be another trick.

But then… Then there was Sirius and Peter and James, Mary with her bright voice and even brighter smile. Marlene with her sharp wit and Dorcas with her too-cool demeanor. He’d stumbled, somehow, into a friend group that felt like the kind he’d only seen in movies- group chats blowing up at midnight, half-baked plans turning into midnight adventures, every inside joke layered on top of the last until they became a second language that no one else had a hope of understanding. The kind of group that saw every cracked edge and didn’t try to sand them down.

He watched Regulus and Sirius across the table from each other, tossing sugar packets at one another. Regulus was pretending to be put out, but laughing for real, open and unguarded in a way Remus could tell was still a bit unusual. They’d found their way back to each other, and somehow managed not to kill each other in the process.

He looked at Lily, her crown now slightly askew as she leaned into James’s side, giggling at something he whispered. Regulus pressed a kiss to her shoulder, James reached over to brush sugar from Regulus’s cheek, and Lily just looked impossibly happy. Her own perfectly balanced trio, a living “fuck you” to every narrow box the world had tried to shove them into.

Marlene and Barty were racing to see who could finish their milkshake first, faces scrunched up in mutual brain freeze agony. Marlene accused Barty of cheating, Dorcas took a video, and Evan just shook his head, resigned to being the only adult in the room.

There were so many of them now. So many stories, so much chaos. And every last one of them had chosen to show up- again and again . They loved each other with a kind of open, fierce tenderness that made it impossible not to feel brave, even on the days Remus still wanted to disappear.

He let himself just… be, for once. Not the anxious kid from nowhere, not the outsider peering in. Just Remus. Here. With people who knew all his weirdness and loved him all the more for it.

Sirius was leaning over his shoulder now, stealing another sip of his root beer float- beautiful, bright Sirius . His boyfriend. His best friend. His brightest star and greatest love. Remus kissed the foam from Sirius’s lips, felt Sirius giggle against his mouth, and felt like his chest was an open cage, his heart beating wild and free right there on the table.

Across from them, Peter lifted his milkshake like he was proposing a toast at the world’s weirdest wedding. “To family!” he declared, eyes wide, a little bit too loud. “Not the ones you’re born with- the ones who’d bail you out of jail at 2 am. Barty .”

“And to Amortentia’s first king!” Sirius added, lifting his glass as well.

They all raised whatever they were holding- coffee, milkshakes, a stray French fry, cheers-ing Lily so loud Remus was pretty sure they startled someone in the parking lot.

Sirius leaned in closer, chin resting on Remus’s shoulder, his hair brushing Remus’s cheek. “You happy, Moons?” he murmured, voice soft and so, so sure.

Remus let himself breathe, looking around the booth, feeling the thrum of every laugh, every hand squeeze, every tiny miracle that got him to this table. For the first time, maybe ever, he didn’t feel the need to run from the answer.

He turned, pressing his lips to Sirius’s temple. “Yeah,” he said quietly, smiling into all of it. “I really am.”

“Good,” Sirius hummed, leaning up to catch his lips.

Remus could have lived in that booth forever- everyone too loud, too happy, too much and all loved. For once, he was pretty sure he belonged exactly where he was.

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they are ALWAYS on my mind

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What they don't tell you about writing is that as you write, you discover scenes and entire plots that you hadn't accounted for that need to be written. So you can spend two hours writing and editing only to realise you're further away from the finish line than you thought you were when you started

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(re)entering my marauders era

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More of summer Sirius

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you know what i love? when im reading a fic and it is clearly so self indulgent for the writer. like honey these plot threads barely make sense but you are having so much fun and i am just along for the ride

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Sirius! Keep practicing. And he kinda looks like a brother of the Night's Watch from Game of thrones 😅

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"why did you stop writing your story!!! never stop writing!!!!!!!!!!!" well you see the character had to drive one mile to a new location and the sentence "she got into the car" was quite simply my undoing

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Supercut of Us | E, 16/17

Chapter 16: The Royal We (All Get Emotional)

Downstairs, the house was already awake. The smell of frying onions and bacon, and the scrape of a spatula against a pan told him James was on breakfast duty. Barty was sitting at the coffee table with a towel around his shoulders, gluing his eyebrows into oblivion, mirror propped on a stack of books. He caught Sirius’s reflection in the mirror and grinned. 

“Morning, slut.”

“Morning, fuckhead,” Sirius said, shoving his head on the way past.

 Peter was crouched on the floor, squinting at Lily’s evening wear suit, whispering threats at an uncooperative rhinestone. In the kitchen, James was six steps into a full operation. Eggs in one pan, bacon in another, roasted potatoes on a tray, fruit already cut, yogurt and granola set out, a plate of wraps waiting for assembly. Sirius found him stirring a pan and keeping half an eye on the oven timer. 

“Morning, sunshine!” he said cheerfully, without turning around.

“Morning,” Sirius yawned, kissing James's shoulder sleepily.

James gestured at a plate on the counter. “Biscuits are fresh. Saved you some.”

Sirius took one, breathing in the warmth as he split it open, then glanced around. “Where’s Lily?”

James pointed with his chin towards the window. “Outside. She’s been pacing since, I don’t know, forever. Reg’s with her.”

Sirius peeked out the window. Sure enough, Lily was striding up and down the driveway, arms crossed, shoulders up around her ears. Regulus was trailing after her, looking patient in the way people do when they’re seconds from throwing themselves into traffic to escape.

Sirius couldn’t decide who to worry about more- the drag king on the verge of a meltdown or the poor, emotionally-stunted bastard probably trying to explain science to her anxiety. He popped the window open a crack, ready to intervene but mostly wanting front row seats to the drama.

“Lily, you’re exhibiting classic symptoms of pre-event acute stress response,” Regulus said, in some attempt to sound empathetic. “It’s a textbook cortisol spike. Your fight-or-flight system is being activated, so your stomach- ”

“I KNOW HOW ANXIETY WORKS, REG!” Lily shouted, not breaking her stride. “My stomach knows too, that’s why it’s trying to turn itself inside out!”

“If you do some deep breathing, it can help downregulate-”

“If you say ‘downregulate’ one more time I’m going to upregulate your ass into the next county.”

Regulus looked helplessly at the window, spotting Sirius, and mouthed ‘Save me .’

Sirius pressed his fist to his mouth to keep from bursting out laughing and ducked into the kitchen, just as the cavalry arrived. Marlene flung open the door, Dorcas right behind her, both armed with a tray of iced coffees that were towering whipped cream and caramel drizzle.

“We bring peace offerings,” Marlene declared, waving a coffee over her head. “And actual sugar. Get in line.”

Sirius snagged a coffee, bless her, and leaned against the counter to enjoy the show. Lily barreled in a moment later, nearly vibrating out of her skin, Regulus right on her heels and visibly relieved to hand her off to literally anyone else.

“If anyone mentions meditation, breathing exercises, or calm energy one more time I will personally snap. I am not built for calm. I am built for winning and potentially barfing in public.”

Regulus apparently couldn’t help himself. “You’re not going to throw up. You’re just experiencing anticipatory nausea, it’s common before-”

Lily spun on him, eyes wild. “ Regulus . My love. Stop diagnosing me.”

Regulus put his hands up in surrender and immediately turned to James. “Your turn Potter, use those big doe eyes on her.”

James tossed the spatula onto the stove, dusted off his hands, and came around the island like a man on a mission. “Come here, superstar.”

Lily tried to protest, but James swooped in, wrapping her up in a hug that managed to be both crushing and gentle. He kept his arms around her, even as she tapped her foot impatiently. “Let’s go take a bath. Just for a bit. You can scream into the bubbles if you want.”

Lily shot him a glare so fierce Regulus actually took a step back. “No, James, I’m fine- seriously, I just need to- oh my GOD, don’t you dare-”

But James was already moving. In one smooth motion, he scooped Lily up around the waist and hefted her over his shoulder fireman style. She shrieked, limbs flailing, laughter breaking through the panic. 

“James! I will end you! Put me down! No! I mean it- stop- oh my god, you absolute brute!”

James just grinned, completely unfazed, and started marching for the stairs. “Time for a bath, my king. Resistance is futile.”

Dorcas raised her coffee in salute as they went past and up the stairs. “Godspeed, Evans.”

Sirius, still snorting into his drink, caught Regulus’s eye. “So, how’d your treatment plan work out, Dr. Black?”

Regulus looked at him, utterly deadpan. “Never again. Next time, I’m prescribing sedatives and leaving.”

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monthly/weekly/daily artist cycle

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hi i’m here to request director’s cut for supercut of us pls!!

i bet this is a huge shock to you. anyway no specific scene in mind, whatever u want!

Supercut is the piece I've written that is probably the most nearest and dearest to my heart. Every inch of it is just a projection of my real life, my real friends and the life and experiences we've all created together.

I started writing it while I was writing Ode to a Conversation because that fic was making me SAD. And pile on top of that jkr being a smug motherfucker with that fucking cigar photo- I just needed to write something so over the top queer, so completely and absolutely filled to the brim with queer happiness that couldn't be tarnished.

And I got to thinking about my own life and how grateful I am for the insulated little bubble I have around me in times of need, when things are feeling like too much and the people who have had my back for my entire adult life.

This story just felt so important for me to tell, even if it was just to myself to remind me that there is so much good in the every day life.

It's also been the easiest thing I've ever written. Which I suppose makes complete sense when I'm really just writing my own experiences and slapping character names over it lol

So yeah, a lot of this is entirely, embarrassingly real. I am Remus and Remus is me. Chicken tender obsessed, LotR worshipping and can't stop picking up hobbies even when my wallet wishes I would. Never feeling quite like a real person or knowing what to do with my hands in public. The oopsie coffee date? Yeah, that happened and was incredibly embarrassing. As was the ill-fated karaoke date with the guy who wouldn't stop singing Creed and Seether songs and trapped me for like THREE HOURS.

Lily is based off of my best friend's wife, who is an incredible drag king and one of my favorite people. Plus I get to use them as a Ken doll to dress up all the time and build absolutely insane costumes for. In fact the penultimate pageant that Lily competes in and the costume Remus makes for her is a real life thing that I made a while ago that won the competition.